The floor was still slate, but I knew it would never be cold under my feet.The floor was still slate, but I knew it would never be cold under my feet. The centerpiece to the room was a huge four-poster bed with canopy. There was one large mirror. A small door led off to what had to be (and I had to call) the garderobe. She closed the door behind her as I crossed the room to the bed. I sat down and she walked to me, leaned over and kissed me again. I reached up to ruffle the fur at her neckline and was surprised to feel something else under the cloth, something that felt like a collar, the more erotic kind. |