The harsh kiss of cool air against slowly dripping flesh.  Her feet bare against the freezing floor.  She would slip down a side corridor, quickly coming to the portal to her own room.  Slipping inside she would let the door shut behind her, looking around the room.  It was small, her clothes strewn here and there, though the room seemed utterly dominated by the large iron monstrosity that she liked to call a bed.  It was huge.  Seeming wide enough to support an entire football team if needed.<br/><br/>Wide iron columns that stretched from the floor nearly to the ceiling, the gauzy silk canopy that would almost seem girly if it had not been split into four quarters, each one winding around a column, twisting down to the floor, obviously meant to be used as silk 'ropes' of a sort.  The twisting silk only barely hiding the other additions to the bed.. Manacles that hung from near the top, and bottom, of each pillar, as well as various hooks and O-rings placed in various places.  The far headboard padded, some leather straps shifting lightly as the air pressure would change with the door shutting.<br/><br/>The lithe girl would stifle her yawn in her fist, moving towards the intimidating-looking structure and crawling into it.  That smooth, supple body sprawled rather uncaring, twisting herself into the satin sheet, and falling deeply into sleep almost before her head could become properly connected to the pillow beneath it.