The Daeva laughed, a twinge of apprehension when wax was brought up. Of course, now there were wax warmers which made play less complicated, at least for them.
There wasn’t much she could do while Katya stood tall next to her. Bound as she was, it wasn’t like she had a choice. It was a nice touch they didn’t produce a ball gag yet. Still, she wouldn’t put it past the matron of the Asylum.
What is it the country boys call it? Cattle down, no, cattle roped? Roping? Wait, hog-tying. Yes that’s it. All she could think of while the discussion of wrestling someone to the ground was upon them. Her eyes swiftly lit up in apprehension from Katya’s description of more rope burns.
“Private…” Vivian Cheshire grinned. “I like things private… and if we don’t get any further voyeurs, I’m sure there are private rooms so you can learn more, Ale…” Her voice is a long drawn out question to Katya.