Tired of her lover’s complete lack of imagination, Dana waited to surprise him, her wrists already tightly handcuffed behind her
back. Then when he finally arrived she smiled at the look of astonishment on his face, “Jason. I know you haven’t been feeling
all that inspired in the bedroom lately, and thanks to your carelessly undeleted browser history. I know why. It seems that we
both unknowingly share some of the same darkly erotic desires, albeit from fundamentally different perspectives. So with that in
mind, this evening I’ve decided to provide you with some much-needed inspiration. Inspiration, shall we say, toward fulfilling
certain shared diabolic desires that lie far beyond the bedroom, painfully torturous desires that I’m simply dying to experience.
So lover, feeling inspired...”