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Standing bare in the middle of the quiescent room she tried to calm the butterflies in her midsection. Her eyes wandered over the valet as he wrapped the red rope around her wrist leaving a fraction hanging down her thigh. He glanced up as he reached for her unwrapped wrist and offered her a fleeting smile.

“Do not look so perplexed, this evening shall be something you’ll not soon forget.” His calm demeanor did nothing to pacify her nerves. She concentrated on the braided red rope that had a jewel like tone against her pale skin and took a deep breath.

With a hand pressed against the small of her back he guided her towards the ottoman in the middle of the room, “Please sit.”  He knelt in front of her taking the same care to wrap her ankles in a similar fashion as her wrists.

She stared at the opulent carpet, the gold and blue threads streaming together in her blurred vision. He lifted her chin to dry her eyes, “Be careful now, you do not want to ruin such pretty eyes.” She smiled gratefully and watched as he removed a piece of red silk from the front pocket of his attire. He let the silk graze her skin while he walked behind her.  With one last look her bound wrists her vision went dark.

He gathered both of her hands into his and pulled her upright before placing her right hand over his left arm to guide her out of the room.  She hesitated as they walked into the hallway, shame turning her cheeks crimson.  The valet merely placed his hand over hers and continued walking.  She attempted to concentrate on the plush carpet with each step but in the distance she heard baritone voices.  She swallowed hard and lowered her head towards the floor.

At the end of the hallway they paused until she heard a voice murmur the room was ready. She was guide inside and carefully turned around. Taking both of her hands into his again the valet asked her to sit. She lowered herself onto the hard wooden surface.  She felt his hands on her shoulders guiding her backwards until she was lying across the mahogany table.

He smoothed out her hair before reaching for her bound wrists, lifting them towards the edge of the table.  He methodically began to secure each wrist to a leg of the table. As she heard him stand she pulled slightly to gauge but found only a short distance of freedom.

Her legs were tightly pressed together in attempt of modesty.  He tapped her left leg before securing her ankle to the opposite end of the table then pulled her right leg to fasten as well. He stood admiring the beauty that was exposed on the table.  With one last look he smiled and walked out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts.

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