127 The Lady's perverted mind

The flames of the candles are dancing with the warm breeze. The temperature of the room is just right. The scent of the flowers comes in by the windows.

A silky fabric flows between these fingers, while skilled hands tie a knot.

What?

Why? Where?

When have I learned to tie this specific knot?

As the contours of the scenery take shape, I can also see what is happening. Oh, it's one of those dreams again.

My dream's lover is now tying me down to the bed. Queen Theodora is blindfolded, her hands are joined together and fixed on the headboard with a nice ribbon. Her lips are split to let oxygen flow in her lungs, while her skin is blushed.

The same knot that ties her hands decorates her right ankle but her legs are free to move. This feels like wrapping a present if we ignore the fact that she can't move.

She, because I am not her. I wouldn't allow this no matter what. As a Queen, at that! Who in the world could tame the ruler me?