Demand your own pound of flesh. (BDSM themes)

"This feels a bit too one-sided," you protest, a hint of challenge in your voice. "Why aren’t you putting something on the table too?"

Cin just smiles, clearly enjoying this verbal sparring match, as if it were a courtroom duel. "Every ritual has consequences for everyone involved, regardless of their role. But if you need proof of my sincerity and commitment, I'm willing to offer something up right now."

You pause, caught off guard by her quick response. She’s turned the tables on you faster than you expected. Your first thought is to ask for that strange necklace she’s wearing, to match your dice bag, but she’s already offered something now. Why waste the opportunity? Besides, what would you even do with her necklace?

"You said you’re into BDSM," you finally counter, aiming to put the ball back in her court.

"That’s right," Cin replies with a steady tone.

"Alright then, prove it," you challenge, pushing her to make the next move.

Cin doesn't miss a beat. "In that D&D supplement you published about crime, what was the most common form of punishment you included?"

"Flogging," you admit, a little taken aback by her directness.

"Then we’ll go with that," she says, her voice calm, without a trace of hesitation.

"Wait, what?" you blurt out, surprised. "I don’t have a whip. Besides, isn’t that a bit ****?"

"It's your suggestion," Cin retorts with a smirk. "And I was thinking of using a belt. We can roll one of your little dice to decide the number of lashes. It’ll hurt like hell but shouldn’t leave any marks."

With that, Cin stands up, unbuckles her belt, slips it off, and drops it onto the table with a decisive thud, as if making a final argument in court. "The real question is," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "do you want me to whip you, or do you want to whip me?"