Samantha was clearly fascinated by the spanking bench... or the demonstration. Possibly both. Her lips parted as she watched Mikie, and she had to admit, "I would have never thought to use it like that. I was guessing someone maybe sat on the side of it..." Which hadn't made much sense even in her head. She was glad not only to have asked, but to have someone with her who<i>knew</i>how it worked. Nodding as Mikie explained how the straps could be used, Sam couldn't help wondering if they were as much for safety as for fun. It seemed you wouldn't want someone tumbling off simply because they jumped a little while being spanked.<br/><br/>The gurney, as well, featured straps. Understanding dawned when Mikie clarified it was<i>not</i>for emergencies, her lips forming an 'O' as she nodded. "Okay," Sam smiled, "that's reassuring. I would hope there aren't enough accidents to necessitate a gurney in every room. Now that I'm saying it like that, it sounds a little silly." She wasn't too self-conscious to laugh at herself as she ran a hand over the end of the wheeled bed. "It's<i>all</i>reassuring. Honestly, I feel better knowing all the safety measures that are in place, even if I don't think<i>we</i>need all of them."<br/><br/>Despite all the intriguing instruments in the room, Sam's full attention was on Mikie as she listened eagerly to learn her favorite fetish... only to learn they were in the wrong room. Tilting her head, she had to admit her curiosity was piqued, but she would have to find out that tidbit of information another day.<i>Getting ahead of yourself, girl,</i>she thought. There was still the entire night ahead of them.<br/><br/>Mikie must have picked up on her solid interest in the spanking bench, that playful pat putting some definite color in one set of cheeks. "Of course!" Sam enthusiastically agreed. "I - I - " For a second, it seemed she was unable to even find her words, but the grin on her face suggested it wasn't due to nerves. "I like this room. I mean, I'd probably like the white room as well, but this.. this is perfect," she promised. It didn't even take her long to decide on what to wear, nor on what she wanted to see Mikie in. "I will.. strip to my panties," she winked, "but I'd like to see<i>you</i>in leather."<br/><br/>Sam wiggled excitedly. How could she not? With clothing - or lack of - decided, she felt bold enough to brush a sweet, simple kiss across Mikie's cheek before hopping into the changing room. As Mikie had promised, two robes hung on the neatly on the back of the door. There were handful of empty hooks and a small shelf with bins on the wall, presumably for storing clothing and other items. She checked her phone before placing it, along with the few other items from her pocket, in one of the bins. While usually a little more modest about her body, she felt surprisingly... comfortable around the confident Mikie.<br/><br/>When Samantha stepped back out, it was in nothing more than her panties and bra. The room was a bit chillier than she remembered, but wearing nothing more than a few scraps of lace would do that. Her plans for the evening clearly hadn't entailed<i>this</i>, as the white lace of her panties didn't match the dark green lace of the strapless bralette she wore. Both did little to contain her curves, and Sam tugged the sides of the bra up a little as she stepped further into the room.