Daniel had never seen anything like the room he was suddenly confronted with.  The style alone was entirely foreign to him, and as soon as he laid eyes on the wall-length mural his jaw dropped.  His life had been incredibly sheltered.  He wasn't a virgin, but he was certainly inexperienced, and most of the acts he saw depicted were entirely new to him.<br/><br/>The lead pulling his head up caught him quite by surprise, and he jerked his head away from the debauchery painted on the wall as the Countess led him toward the strange table.  Daniel squinted at it thoughtfully, trying to decide what its function was in the unusual light of the room.  He failed.  Looking up hesitantly when Viola commanded him, he pushed himself up onto his knees before standing and climbing onto the table.  The manacles gave him pause, and his heart began to race a bit.  Whatever was about to happen, he was quite sure it would not be pleasant.  He looked over to the Countess, searching her eyes for any sign of humanity or mercy as he lay down calmly, stifling a shiver.