<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">With his steel in hand, Illian was back in his own environment. This is where he came when he needed to relax, and that is something he definitely needed right now. He decided to start small. Reaching over, he grabbed a small flat paddle from the table. It was covered in worn black leather, clearly having seen some use, and had metal studs on one side of it for extra pain. With a content sigh he struck her stomach, right below her waist, with the non studded side a few times, wanting to make sure the area was nice and tender.</span>