<em>"You'll see." </em>She purred in a sing-song voice whose chilling innocence could make even an incubus' stomach turn. Once his limbs were spread apart amply, she would go to the final lever and begin to pump it up and down. Slowly, but surely the table began to tilt upwards. Up and up and up. Now he was virtually vertical, but she left it on a slight tilt back to make it a bit more comfortable. He was being well-behaved after all, no need to be overtly harsh. Even she had some manners.<br/><br/>Moving away from the controls, satisfied with it's position, she walked to the front. Staring at his form, she chuckled in her throat, the sound of sickening mirth echoing. "Perfect." She murmured, and then looked behind her. Bah! Her chair had been removed. That must be changed. Clearing her throat momentarily, she stated regally to virtually no one. "Fetch the chair from my bedroom and bring it too me immediately. And send in my maidservants."<br/><br/>A soft patter of feet was heard, and then silence. Brushing some of the hair from her shoulder, she looked to the door and waited. In her mind she counted softly.<em>One...two...three...</em><br/><br/>The door opened, and in came some modestly dressed maids. To them she nodded her head and they curtsied in response. "You know what I want, girls." She drolled, as if bored, and held her arms out from her body. Her quicksilver eyes shifted to Daniel and she spoke to him. "I want you to watch me. Never take your eyes from me."<br/><br/>As she stood there, the maids began to undress her. First, one of them went to the back of her to unlace the bodice of her gown. The other knelt in order to unattach the skirt tapes. The skirts would then be lowered, and the bodice removed. Stepping out and to the side of the crimson silk, she stood before Daniel in naught but her corset, underdrawers, garters, stockings and her heeled shoes. All of these were done in black, save for the shoes, which were golden kid. Gold bows accented the garters, and gold lacing was used on her corset. Her bosom looked so pushed up by the garment that they seemed ready to burst forth should she take too deep a breath. The maids went to go for these items as well but she raised a stopping hand. "That's enough girls." With a dismissive wave, the pair departed.<br/><br/>Seconds later, a man arrived with her chair. It was a elegantly carved mahogany piece, upholstered with crushed claret velvet. He brought it forward, and then set it beside her. He bowed and quickly left, not saying another word. When the sound of the door closing had finished reverberating off the walls, she smirked. Taking a step towards the chair, she sat down, sitting very elegantly, one leg crossed over the other. Then, she stared at David like one contemplating a sweet meat. Should she devour it completely or savor it?