They look at each other, and the moment stretches. It's almost as if Barry has slipped into the speed force without meaning to, but the man looks suddenly away, and the moment breaks. All at once, Barry is very much over this.

"Sorry," he says, beginning to protest his bonds, "I don't think I'm into this, can I just - "

"Oh, but we've barely even begun," says the ison, and the instructor seems to agree, for she tightens Barry's arms behind his back. "Just a few moments more," she says, and Barry frowns. He's not afraid, but he is annoyed - hadn't the first thing they'd told them been that this was only safe if it was consensual?

Without another word, he vibrates hard enough to phase from the harness, ignoring their shock when the empty leather straps fall to the ground. "How did you - " starts the ison, but Barry is already off the stage, blushing hotly and heading down the first path he sees out of the square. His eyes are down, and he startles as he walks directly into someone's back.

"Shit! Sorry," he says, rubbing his nose. Jesus, how is this person's back so hard?