Nathan was enjoying the discomfort of the young lady.  Clearly, her plan had gone awry.  It would be so simple to call in the guards and have her carted away, awaiting the arrival of the police.  But what fun was that?<br/><br/>"Well, if you like art, I should call your attention to the prize of my collection."   Nathan took the woman by the arm and steered her towards a large painting of a woman dressed in Victorian attire, seated and gazing at the viewer.  The painting was about 8 feet by 6 feet in size, taking up far more of the wall than the small painting hiding his safe.  And was far more valuable.<br/><br/>"It's a John Singer Sargent.  No one knows who exactly the lady is, but isn't she lovely?  Almost as lovely as you."  Nathan positioned himself behind the female once more, stroking her arms with his fingers.  He leaned down to murmur in her ear "And I love the way she stares back at us with a knowing smile, as if she has a secret, known only to her.  But then, you have a secret of your own, don't you my sweet."<br/><br/>Nathan's moves were fluid as he tugged the woman's arms behind her back, encircling her elbows with his one arm while reaching in a nearby drawer for handcuffs that he snapped on her wrists with his other hand.  Just as she was about to voice a protest, he clamped his hand over her mouth, forcing her head back against his chest.  She could have screamed for help and it wouldn't have mattered, given the soundproofing he'd designed into this room.  But he didn't really want to hear her outrage or claims of innocence as his other hand plunged down the top of her dress.<br/><br/>"OK, let's see what you're hiding down here, besides a magnificent pair of breasts."