<strong>Torture Room - Dimitri &amp; Kat</strong><br/><br/>Indeed, Dimitri took advantage of their walk from the ball room to enjoy the sight of Katherine's body.  She could be a dancer or a gymnast he supposed, taking in the tone of her body, her grace and dexterity.  But here, here was another art which could benefit from such physical assets.  It was the sport he chose as well.<br/><br/>She was aroused, he sensed, which pleased him.  There was no point of being with a woman, even a hired woman, if she could not be aroused by the act.  Dimitri enjoyed all sorts of women, but the ones like Katherine he savored the most, the ones who were made ready simply by the way he treated them.  It was simply his words and his demeanor which he had given her so far, and already she was his.  It was a good beginning.<br/><br/>"This room will do nicely," he told her as she paused at the Torture Room.  He glanced at the label.  "A harsh name, but accurate.  Torture can mean so many things."  He gestured then for her to open the door, he would follow her in.<br/><br/>He'd been here before, of course.  The decor was not what he would prefer, but the equipment was unparalleled.  Sometimes if he planned ahead he'd have them locate some of the items in a more pleasing room.  But tonight this would do, he felt the focus was going to be on Katherine.  On giving her what she needed.<br/><br/>Closing the door as he came in, Dimitri locked it, marking it as occupied.  With his hand on Kat's back he led her to the center of the room in the open space, turning her to face toward the door.  He then walked back and seated himself in a simple chair that was waiting there.  Sitting again, as still and watchful as he had been in the ball room, he steepled his fingers together and looked the girl over.  "I want you to simply stand there, Katherine."  His eyes never left her as he sat, the silence in the room drawing out, the items of torture and pleasure arrayed around her in every direction.