Gunther panned his light around until he finally found what he was looking for.  He pulled out a lighter and lit an antique looking oil lamp, adjusting it to light a large section of the chamber.  There were a variety of devices of pain and restraint in the room, including an iron maiden sitting forbiddingly in one corner.  Aside from a few straight backed metal chairs with metal and leather restraints built into them, and a couple of chairs with spikes attending their construction, there was nowhere to sit in the room.  The walls were lined with various whips, floggers, manacles, and an impressive collection of gags, as well as a few battery operated devices whose bright color schemes seemed quite out of place in such an obviously horrible place.<br/><br/>"It looks like an adult toy shop threw up all over a museum of torture."  Gunther commented with a bit of venom, looking at the straight jackets hung up on one wall,  made from a variety of decidedly nonstandard materials.  Not all of them had a crotch strap which went over the genitals.  "None of those chairs look particularly comfortable.  I think we'll be better off sitting on the floor for the duration."  He said, sitting down on the cold concrete floor.  Simply being in a room like this, able to see the things he was surrounded with, brought back bad memories about the things he'd done in his basement so many years ago.  He fixed his eyes on Brigit, hoping that she wouldn't have an extreme reaction to this sort of dungeon.  She really seemed very well grounded for a paranoid schizophrenic.