Desire sighed at it fingered the red sofa in its hotel room. There was a bed through a door that Desire had never actually bothered to use, not even with John, and this sofa had seen quite a bit.

It wondered briefly if it should make some food. That always could lead to something interesting... But that moment was put on pause as it wondered what kind of food to make. It was standing in its kitchen wondering - not dithering, as Desire did not dither - when a thought occurred to it.

it was just grasping onto the tail ends of that thought when there was a knock.

John looked up and grabbed the bar as he was told, effectively pulling his arms and torso into a tight line.

Standing in front of him, Desire made a few test swipes through the air in front of his chest before landing the first one. It was gentle compared to what was coming.

It was a quick quiet ride up to Desire's room and John let the anticipation grow. It was squirming hot in his stomach and when they reached its door he stepped back to let it unlock the door.

Desire opened the door swiftly, and stood back to let John into its room. Motioning him over to the large red couch that was the only furniture it ordered him to sit down, leaving to gather supplies one room over.

John led the way to a much more simply decorated room, a large bed and thick carpet, huge draped windows. "No pirates, although I'm more than happy to play the damsel in distress."

The nice thick carpet had some possibilities, as did the windows. Desire could have considered the bed as well, but it felt they were slightly over used. The rest of the furniture mustn't be neglected.

Sliding its glance to him, it decided to begin this punishment the right way. "Strip down." It ordered.

This is Desire. If you really want me I suppose I can try to get back to you, just tell me...