[ you really don't wanna be the one explaining petplay to a hysterical Sprezzatura Vaux. trust me on this.

she reaches up and pulls at the leather, but it's very snug to her throat and it does not move. ]

He was fucking vague. "Day or so". And mark me: no one is parading me around in front of everyone as though I am spectacle or pet. I need you to help me there— [ she nods towards the open door of the bathroom ] —and then... tomorrow... before breakfast, take me to lobby so I may eat.