Amanda laughed, "Yes. You should have seen her the first time she tried to convince me to bend over her knee. I didn't have the heart to tell her all she had to do was say 'knee'." She sipped her water as she followed the other woman into the dungeon. "Lea gets what she wants. She always has. And, she wants us to get along. You hate me. I hate you. But Lea's the unstoppable force, here, and at the end of the day we both want her to be happy." Amanda shrugged.<br/><br/>She wondered around the dungeon, noting all the bits and pieces put into an otherwise nicely painted wall. The sofa looked comfy, the carpet was soft, from what she could tell under her heels. "This is nice actually. I mean, whips and chains have their place, and in a club, they can set a scene quite nicely, but I like this. There's no pressure here to always be on."<br/><br/>After a moment she sat down on the far side of the couch. "You take care of her afterwards right? Whatever soothing, comforting she needs to bring her back from subspace--though I can't believe you got her to go there in the first place."