When one has finished one's dinner, contemplated the bottle of port, finished the conversations one was having, and one's thoughts turn towards the bedroom, it is the complimentary details that matter most. Little things like having one's choice of slavegirl for the evening chained to the stairs outside one's allocated bed-chamber, naked under her fur coat, already cuffed and collared, ready to do one's every bidding, and indulge all of one's most sordid whims....