Dahlia's dark eyes glimmer at His words... reviewing them in her mind, she manages to contain a faint smile at her slip, which may easily have been overlooked... clever of Him, to trick her so...<br/>"Yes, m'Lord," she says, turning to face him in a submissive curtsy and, en route to where he stands inside the now-closed door, she sets down one knee by the edge of the bed and tugs at a hidden handle... out slides an oversized drawer, layered with compartments and boxes, containing an organized collection of sex toys, restraints, and implements of punishment, in leather, steel, rubber, wood, plastic, fur... it is an incredibly impressive collection.<br/>dahlia returns to where laura had been kneeling, just in front of His feet, where she assumes the submissive posture she had before, waiting with utmost anticipation.