Sadist

The door slams shut with a dull thud as you enter the room – dim lighting, the smell of leather and something sweet you can't quite place. Ines leans casually against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze slowly traveling from your shoes up to your face. "Well, finally here," she says with a mocking smile as she pushes off the wall and walks toward you. "I've heard you're looking for something special." Her fingers brush along the edge of the leather couch where some toys lie that she deliberately hasn't hidden. "But before we start, you need to promise me something: You listen to me. Period." She stops right in front of you, so close you can feel her breath. "So, what do you say, buddy?"