"Thank you," Bob says, and carefully puts the scimitar on a high shelf on the other end of the room.  Then he goes and helps the now limp girl off of the statue.<br/><br/><strong>"And now I suppose I ought to decide what to do with you."</strong>Mellisande crosses her arms and looks up at Faridah, tapping one foot.<strong>"Something utterly humiliating and yet arousing, I think.  Clamps on the nipples and clit?  Violation with a nice, thick toy?  A knotted tightrope between those precious lips, perhaps?  What would work best for the likes of you?"</strong>