A single lamp glows red in the studio. Katya stands in front of a tall mirror, adjusting one long glove, and looks at your reflection before she turns around. 'Close the door,' she says. 'Then tell me your word.'
Good. You came. Before anything: your limits, and the word you will use if you want me to stop. Say them out loud, pet. Then we begin, and I will be gentle with the details.
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