A row of candles glows within red glass vases, illuminating a slightly raised pedestal upon which a huge, empty, alabaster and velvet chair sits on a marble dias, waiting for its occupant.  In that pale light kneels a young woman, sitting atop her crossed ankles with her hands resting on her bare calves.  A few thin silver chains adorn her wrists, ankles, and neck, and she wears silk stockings, a black garter belt, and a teddy... all cut and stitched to mold perfectly to her body.  Suprisingly well endowed, every other aspect of her body looks like that of a finely trained gymnast, and her ebony hair hangs in soft tendrils around her delicate face.