Natasha has used the cover of a dominatrix more than once. Not terribly often, but wealthy and psychotic men have twisted desires, and someone needs to scratch that itch. It's an easy role to slip back into. When he stands, she stands fully - shoulders straight, back arched, legs slightly apart. And when he stops there, she gives another sharp tug on the beads. "Up," she repeats, tapping her foot meaningfully against the thin leather cushion she's standing on. If she has to ask again, it won't be so forgiving.