Belle tells you the options

Belle stands over your manacled naked body, looking stunning in her revealing skintight gold leather outfit, with various **** devices colluding around her.

"So, where shall I begin?" she asks you. "Do you want to see my rack? That Beast did. Worshipped these breasts..." she kneels down, pushing her cleavage in your face, "this ass..." she turns, thrusting her pert young buttocks toward you, rubbing them against you, "this pussy..." she grabs the back of your head and turns to face you, pushing your head into her crotch, "and these feet." She kicks you in the balls, hard. "Stupid dumb animal worshipped me," she says, turning away from you, "thought his feelings would be reciprocated, that one day I'd love him, rather than keep hurting him, but I proved him wrong. Played loves-me/loves-me-not with that precious rose of his, while he knelt there in chains, howling away, but it proved I didn't love him. I mean, who could ever learn to love a beast?"

She turns back to you, looks down with a smile at your throbbing cock. "I see your beast worships me too. Maybe I should punish it like I punished him, pour hot wax over it, and get rid of all that hair, like I did with Gaston, like I did with the Beast's fur."

"Every last inch of him's covered in Nair," sang the candlestick.

"So, should I let you worship me, get you as obsessed as Gaston and the Beast were, or should I just beat that cock of yours black and blue? Maybe I should let the buttplugs have fun with you or whip those cheeks of yours, till they're glowing red, with my weapons of ass destruction."

"So, ****," she says, leaning in close to you, "how do you think we should begin?"