"I can see it in those expressive eyes of yours..." Lessard mused as he moved leisurely towards the nearby wall, pushing aside a long and heavy curtain that shielded almost an entire wall of the room from view. Should River chose to spare a glance in that direction, he would catch a brief glimpse of metal, wood and an array of leather all held up delicately against the wall, though the curtain fell back before a greater look could be gleamed.<br/><br/>As the whore moved back tot he bed he continued to speak, noting silently with some pleasure at how River had stretched his body to the four points of the bed; a fine client this was, one who would actively try to please him, rather than simply sit and wait for whatever would come. "The fear of rejection." He finished his earlier comment simply, stroking the four thin bands of sturdy, yet soft leather he held within his grip, humming quietly as he moved first to the man's right wrist.<br/><br/>"Remove it. You will find no such thing here... Your body may be already marked... But do not fear; I will find a place to make my mark on you. And you will not forget it." He swiftly and expertly tied the wrist to the bedpost, allowing a small amount of give to ensure that circulation would still flow, before moving on to the opposite wrist and doing the same.<br/><br/>"Beautifully scarred and open to my art... A rather perfect toy..." He mused, as if to himself as he made his way toward River's ankles, gripping one firmly and tugging downward to cause the first dash of pain that would be delivered that day; the slight burning sensation of leather cutting into flesh before the pressure was eased and he fastened the strap.<br/><br/>It was in silence then that Lessard moved to complete the man's bondage, stepping to stare shamelessly at the bound and naked figure in order to examine the response; did River respond positively to such scrutiny? He intended to find out the positives and negatives about this client; he was certain to be a repeat customer...<br/><br/>After a moment, the whore turned and moved to a rack upon the wall which held  an array of riding crops and a slender cane. Retrieving the latter, he purposefully tapped it loudly upon the floor with each step, signalling its approach. "Tell me, boy... How do you feel being bound and helpless as you are now? There is no way out of those bonds, save for my good graces... I could very well leave you in this room for hours on end; no one would come in to check..."<br/><br/>He raised the cane and rested the hard, thin tip upon River's chest, trailing it leisurely over his body before he paused over a pink nipple, rubbing the sensitive flesh firmly with the firm wood, allowing a small smirk to curl to his lips. "To think... I am the whore in this room... No one would think, hm?" His tone clearly stated that it was no insult; if anything, Lessard was rather amused and terribly enticed by the whole situation.