Yancha found himself walking the ships below deck area which, for a crew berthing, was much more noisy then expected. His intentions to sleep seemed to be impossible with the ungodly racket of the wild frenzy going on down there. The doctor walked to his rack none the less only to find the cum dripping, drooling body of the resident sword-stress of the crew. And conveniently she'd already been half prepared with the ropes binding her hands behind her. Yancha took a moment to find his necessary item; Speculum, 3 two by fours, about 50 feet of hemp rope, a few oblong or cylindrical items(cucumber, large vials of a reinforced glass from the west blue, etc.), oh and his new little medicine used for frigid individuals (an aphrodisiac made using herbs spices, a mixture male and female releaser pheromone aimed to trigger immediate sexual desire and stimulation.<br/><br/>"This should be fun," Yancha muttered to himself as he began to set one of the 2x4 blocks between Jana's ankles and tie it in place with a portion of the rope, ensuring her legs would be locked open and conveniently immobile. He then tied the spreader board to the foot of the rack she was on. He cut a bit of the rope and fashion a hemp collar and tied it to the head of the rack, leaving a good bit of slack in the line. Yancha simply decided that the rope on her wrists, which he could only assume was Marcus's work judging from the evidence leaking from her ass, was good enough.<br/><br/>"Wake up little kitten, let' play a game." Yancha cooed as he pushed the needle into Jana's carotid artery, sure the effects would rouse her, if the light prick did not.