Patent Corset, Patent Skirt, Nylons. One Foot on the Bench. A Collar in My Hand.

Behind me a wall of caviar tins, loud and colourful. I am still the most expensive thing in the room. The patent corset fits like a glove, the skirt ends early, the nylons only at the heel. One foot on the bench, one hand on my hip, and the other holds the collar... once locked, it will not be opened again any time soon...

For whom? You do not ask. You blush and look closely. Exactly what I wanted.

Here you see what I show you. What I put on you, I decide later.