One thing that Anel always appreciated in his clients was the aspect of a challenge; much as Gareth wanted his arousal to be earned, the whore always loved the feeling of being able to draw out such bold and open reactions to his presence. It was empowering, intoxicating and something that he would never grow tired of, and of course; the greater the challenge, the more satisfying it was. He raised a hand slowly, elegantly through the air and tucked the long strands of platinum, silken hair behind an ear, playfully biting his lip as he continued to face his back to the man, sliding his hands slowly up and down his sides, fingertips occasionally shifting to play over the firm globes of flesh.<br/><br/>His eyes focused intently on the way those slender fingers toyed with the cigarette, being reminded so strong how well they used other things with such wonderful precision and firmness. A small shudder passed over his frame; perhaps slightly enhanced for Gareth's pleasure to view at the fond memories that would soon be repeated thanks to his playful rudeness and disobedience. For all his games, Anel knew where to draw the line; he never took his games too far with clients.. They were the life of Teahouse after all, and he didn't wish to be fired for getting carried away...<br/><br/>"Mmn... I'm so glad you approve..." He said softly, his tone dripping with seduction and promises of pleasure, accompanied by another slow wetting of his lips, which glistened lightly in the dim light of his dark and harsh room. It was not everyone's preference; the black and silver decoration he used... But the boy often found that it attracted those people he loved the most and as such, never felt the urge to create a more 'welcoming' atmosphere.<br/><br/>"Ohh...? You want the trunk...?" He ventured lightly, arching a finely groomed eyebrow, turning slowly to the bed with a wide smirk, jerking his head towards it as he looked back to Gareth. "Maybe [i[you[/i] should get it... Since you seem to want it so much; why on earth would I want to be punished, after all...?"<br/><br/>He let the statement hang dangerously in the air for several fine seconds before he chuckled and turned, his slender frame on full display; pale and elegant in the otherwise dark room. He moved seamlessly to his knees (having many years of perfecting the motion) and leaned forward to give yet another wonderful view of his backside before he tugged out the long and slender black trunk from beneath his bed, moaning softly as he ran his fingers over the wooden surface.<br/><br/>"What will it be today...? I'm always surprised by your dreadful perversions, Mr. Gareth." He said with a small chuckle, moving the trunk to rest in front of the man, and he reached forward to open it, exposing the wide array of items within to his client, remaining knelt dutifully beside it. Within the dark chest was contained a wide array of painful implements, restraints and other everyday objects that had caught Anel's eye, such as lighters and several long red candles. There were then the more 'classic' items; whips, cuff, collar and various bars...<br/><br/>Almost anything related to the art of pain, one would find in Anel's prized trunk...