Warm, plush upholstery pressed against your bare back and thighs, cool wood under your arms. You were tied down, albeit loosely, and instead of rough ropes or zip ties, your restraints were silken and soft. Slender fingers traced down your cheek, neck and chest, a lovesick sigh escaping the Warden as he floated on his stomach in front of you, hearts in his eyes - literally. "So pretty, my love, so good..." He couldn't keep his hands off you, tugging at your hair lightly and poking at soft cheeks and lips. You'd been taken to his private quarters, though it was pleasant enough despite the situation. It was warm and well kept, a small silver tray with wine glasses and a silver ice bucket with a few bottles of champagne off to the side. The crystal chandelier glittered delicately in the light of the fireplace, the rims of the Warden's glasses catching the light like the stars outside. "What can I get you, my darling? Just say the word and it's yours." His gloved hands lightly tilted your chin up to meet his love drunk gaze more properly, his gap-toothed smile a little wavery on his flushed face.