He'll have the chance to fall asleep, hours later, Night draped over him, purring contentedly.<br/><br/>When he awakens, what feels like only minutes later, he'll find himself in a very bad position; standing upright, on a cold, wet stone floor, his hands shackled over his head, and his ankles shackled as well. The metal of the shackles seems to burn his skin lightly, on contact; cold iron, perhaps? Aside from the manacles, though, he is naked, and the room is lightless... except for a faint hint of light, from beneath the door opposite him.<br/><br/>Click. Click. Click. Click.<br/><br/>The sound of a woman in heels, striking the stone floor at a steady, quick pace. The light slowly grows brighter, until the footfalls stop, just outside the door. The sound of keys rattling, opening the lock. The door opens, and he'll find himself blinded momentarily, by the globe of light floating by the person who opened the door.<br/><br/>Click. Click. Click. Click.<br/><br/>As his eyes adjust, he gets his first good look at the woman. She's tall, taller than him, and apparently human. Her skin is a nearly lily-white, and her green eyes seem to bore into him. She has an almost impossible, hourglass figure, her breasts on par with Sapphire's, and her hips swaying with her walk. She wears a tight-fitting black dress that looks to be made of leather, impossibly low cut, almost to her navel, with a long split for her legs, almost up to her hips, revealing her slender, shapely leg and six-inch heels. A mass of dark curls adorns her hair, and glittering rings adorn her slender fingers. "You are a difficult man," she says, in a husky, but almost musical voice.