Dark hair slid across her like a many-threaded curtain as she turned her head to look at the wardrobe, and then her whole body turned, walking over to the indicated wardrobe. This piece of furniture alone, she realized as she lifted a hand to it, was finer and of more value than likely all the rough-hewn pieces in her family's home put together. The wood was a dark one she didn't recognize, with a faint aroma, and its surface had been carved out to portray scenes that she did not focus too deeply on, after realizing the shape her fingertip was tracing was definitively phallic.<br/><br/>Quickly she pulled open the lefthand door, and as promised there was an array of rods. Some were simple sanded wood, others with leather wrapping them, and still others had things embedded in them - glittering gemstones studded one, and another sported what looked like a line of diamond edges. Her mind began to wonder what that would do, and immediately her gorge rose. Quickly she turned her attention to the simpler ones, touching the smooth wood and cool leather, and finally she picked the one she hoped would hurt the least - a light, pale wood that was wrapped at one end twice the width of a hand with black leather straps.<br/><br/>With both hands she freed it from its hanging, and lifted it to her mouth - where she found it uncomfortably thick, and though it was light in her hands, her jaw began to ache even before the wardrobe door clicked shut.<br/><br/>Stepping back, she turned, teeth clenching a little to keep the rod in her mouth, and Felicity sank to her knees. Then, after a look to the Baron, she dropped to her hands as well. As quickly as she could she crawled over the rug toward him, in long stretching strides of arms and legs that made her body sway unintentionally, hips moving almost catlike, and hair trailing on the floor beside her. Not until she was mere inches from the Baron's shins did she come to a halt, and lift her head to look up at him - silently offering the rod still between her lips.