Damien's room is down the first floor hallway and a set of stairs leading down to the basement.  "My room is just down here m'lady.  There are lots of toys if you like that sort of thing" he says with a devilish smile as he guides her down the stairs, tail brushing into her leg a few times as they walk.<br/><br/>He opens a heavy oaken door into his room, the interior is a bit dark, but lit with several candles and the remains of a low burning fire.  A musky scent prevails here, smelling just like Damien, not sure if it is coming from the candles of the room itself.  The center of the room is dominated by an oversized bed with tall oaken bedposts, covered with shiny black silk sheets.  There are rings for shackles or some other restraints at each bedpost.  On the right hand wall there is a low lying table covered with jars of oils of many shaped and sizes and a neatly folded display of silk scarves of different lengths.  On the left, hanging on pegs on the wall are all manners of leather harnesses, as well as several phalic looking toys and some things not so easy to identify.  Also hanging on the wall are various lengths of rope as well as several shackles.  On the ceiling over the bed there are more rings hanging for the more adventurous.<br/><br/>Damien turns and says softly, with an impish smirk "Well m'lady, what is your pleasure?  See anything you like or want to try?