<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Making a very daring request from a formidable partner<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog,<em>Closed</em><br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen marveled at the naked display of bondage and torture devices on display. He'd heard of "dungeons" back before he had come to the Bazaar, but he'd never been to one - they were extremely exclusive, and Stephen had never really understood what he<em>wanted </em>before. He'd never realized that they could be quite so<em>literal</em>, though. The room looked like it could hold more than a dozen prisoners and slaves at the same time, with racks and chairs and things he couldn't even recognize.<br/><br/>When Snogflog asked him if he'd like something to eat or drink before they went into negotiations, he nodded. Turning toward Snogflog, he started to sit on one of the harder benches, and said, "I think I'd like...<em><strong>AH!</strong></em>" He yelped and vaulted himself upright, his right hand going to his backside. "Good lord," he said softly, "I think my entire ass is bruised from all that. And my pocket is completely gone..."<br/><br/>He walked over to Snogflog, one hand gingerly stroking his butt. "I'm very hungry, actually," he admitted, "but I can do with some sort of appetizer to take the edge off, and eat an actual meal later." As he walked up to her, his hand curled around her waist. He was certain that this night was going to take days, if not weeks, to recover from, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try to enjoy every minute of it. "Have you got anything with..." he paused, his mouth already salivating at the thought. "Real meat in it?"