<em>Miss Indigo - Erica Adamsson - Upstairs BDSM room</em><br/><br/>Miss Indigo patiently waited as Dark went into the BDSM room to inspect it. He was always meticulous like that. Whilst he occupied himself with that, she focused on repeating the safe word in her mind a few times. Valhalla… Valhalla. Best not have to try and remember it when she really needed it. After he instructed her to crawl in, she got on all fours and started moving is the room. She dutifully picked up the “crumbs” of cash he dropped on the floor in her path, first with her mouth and then with her hands after she could not manage to hold more of the bills in between her lips. Eventually she arrived in front of him, a couple of hundred dollars the richer.<br/><br/>She kept her eyes turned down to the floor of the dungeon and waited for his next command. It might be a difficult night, but the money would make it all worth it. Perhaps she could finally afford to spend a couple of thousand dollars on her piece of crap car! She was more attached to it than she wanted to admit to herself. She felt naked underneath Dark’s gaze, even though she still had her lingerie on.<br/>