I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

A succubus on the set. Strike that, the health-conscious kid sister made it two… succubuses. Succubusees? Succubi? Stupid Latin correspondence course.

You must be Warden Ramirez."
This is the part where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and—
"A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm not sure what to say. Is he a present?

God save me from idealists.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits.