Somehow, she already felt at ease through these walls. As she made her way to the BDSM playroom (or, at least, followed the indications despite her disheartening sense of orientation), Nora realized it was all about stripping of social conventions and common sense and giving in to the basic needs of the flesh. It was, in a word, animalistic. For a creature of instinct such as her, it was all she could ask for.
The room was far more elegant than she’d expected, and as she waited for the other party involved to arrive, Nora took the time to explore. Careful fingers traced the outline of the various gadgets, displayed all around the room. Cuffs, whips, toys and restraints of all kinds - a very familiar shiver ran down her spine. For a long while, she had believed this sort of thrill could only come with drugs and booze. Now she was just dying to see how wrong she had been. When she heard footsteps approaching, Nora tilted her head with a smirk.
“Just for the record — I’m sorry, but no way I’m calling you daddy”.