"It's not a requirement." Natasha has never been particularly impressed by women in oil slicked catsuits wielding decorative whips that are too big for them and going by names like Mistress Midnight or Temptation. She doesn't need to put on an act to make Dean beg her for release. "Do you want to? Does that appeal to you?"

She wraps her hand tighter in the string of beads, twisting it in such a way that it almost becomes a very short leash. When they reach the alcove, she's mildly surprised to find that its surface is actually lightly padded. Well, they just think of everything here, don't they? "Take a knee," she tells him, tugging down sharply on the bead leash.