The ropes were tight. Not too tight, but just enough for you to do nothing but shift within your bonds. Red rope decorated your figure, some binding you to the pole by forcing your hands above your head, others creating patterns that covered your chest in a way that accentuated just the right places. Keito's gaze on you made you feel warm as he guided your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You're beautiful, my darling...", he muttered. "Don't you agree?"