Dahlia winks over at her, quirking her brow playfully as she reaches back behind her for the electronic remote control pressed between the matress and boxsprings.  She pushes a button or two, and slow, techno-trance music starts to pulse out of unseen speakers.  "Let us hope that he agrees with our tastes... and when He comes in, keep in mind-- your body is His, and your responsibility is to present it as elegantly as you can... the only thing that should matter is Him... and if you relenquish control you will find that His pleasure is your own."  She smiles.  "And if you get scared, you'll need a 'safe' word.  It's like an 'eject' button."