Sir R sat in the luxuriously appointed salon of Madame Valentina's house of ill-repute. He slowly dragged on a cigarette as he reclined in a mahogany and crimson velvet chair, his leather-booted feet propped on a matching ottoman. A riding crop lay across his leather-clad lap. He surveyed his surroundings as he waited for the Madame to appear. The walls were red with black trim. The ultra plush carpeting was a deep, royal purple. A mahogany end table topped with a brass lamp was to his right. There was also a small gilt box containing cigarettes, an ashtray, and a heavy, antique table lighter. On the other side of the table was a chair identical to the one on which he sat. Behind him was a well-stocked bar. He sat opposite a roaring fireplace. The room was comfortable enough that he did not feel the least bit impatient as he waited.
The black door that served as the entry way to the room opened with a soft click. Madame Valentina entered the room, her stiletto heels sinking into the pile of the carpet. She was a tall, slender, severe-looking woman with dark hair shellacked into a tight bun. Her hawkish face was heavily made up in red lipstick and black eyeliner. A pearl necklace draped over her white silk covered bosom. She wore a black pencil skirt and matching stockings.
She was holding the leather loop of a chain leash in her right hand. Attached to the other end of the leash was the reason for Sir R's visit. Madame Valentina had a reputation for supplying the finest merchandise to her discerning clientele.
"Here is the woman I told you about," the Madame declared, "I have no doubt you will find her pleasing in every way."
The woman attached to the leash was nude save for stiletto heels, a collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs. Her wrist cuffs were hooked together behind her back, and her ankle cuffs were connected by a chain that was just long enough to allow her to hobble about. She was short but voluptuous. Her brown hair tumbled over her shoulders in tight curls. Other than stealing a glance at Sir R as she entered the room, she kept her brown eyes directed at the floor.
Sir R kicked aside the ottoman and stood up. He towered over the chained woman as he drew closer to inspect her. He took a long drag on his cigarette and flicked the excess ash on her right breast. She trembled slightly but continued to look down at the floor.
"What is your name?" he asked the woman.
"I am known as D," she replied softly.
