Michelle nodded with a grin and stepped into the cage. It was about a foot taller than she was, and since she was pretty short, she knew that most full-grown men wouldn't be comfortable in here. She turned around in a slow circle, trailing her fingertips over the bars. It was wide enough to stand and sit down, though the only way she could lie down, even being so petite, would be in the fetal position. The floor was made of a solid slab of stone, and overhead, large iron rings, almost as thick as her wrists, were looped around the bars. She arched a brow. Those were probably meant to hold shackled wrists overhead.<br/><br/>She turned to her host and smiled. "This is neat. But pretty tiny. It would suck to be stuck in here for long."