"Would you tie me up later?"

"Would... would I be a decent model?", you hear yourself asking, a bit shocked about yourself. "Like... could you imagine tying me up?"

He eyes you again as if he didn't muster you the first time already. "Not sure", he says. "Why do you ask?" Why indeed? You search for words. "Because… I… I don't know. I would like to know how I look? And also because… I… somehow like the idea. The idea of ropes clinging to my body."

"You know that I do naked people", he says. It's not a real question, the way he says it. You nod. The whole idea seems strangely arousing. You picture yourself naked on stage, tied and motionless, being exposed, showing off all your intimate parts, your ass and your genitals…

"Don't know", the voice of the rope master pulls you out of your daydreams. "Depends on what muscles you have under that suit there. If you want, you can present yourself later to my assistants, and we'll see. The exhibition is still a few hours away. You'll find us in the black room, if you are still interested."

He turns away from you and grabs a glass of beer on the table. It seems you are dismissed.