It's time for Cin to pay.

When you hesitate for a moment, Cin's voice cuts through the tension. "It's really simple. Deep down, which thought turns you on more: being dominated or dominating?"

The white-haired woman fixes you with her bewitching amber eyes, her gaze intense and probing. She arches an eyebrow, as if reading your very thoughts. "We both know what you want."

With a deliberate motion, Cin picks up the belt and offers it to you, a challenge in her eyes. "The number of lashes is determined by a dice roll, right?" she says, her tone calm and unyielding. You nod, taking the makeshift whip from her hand. Cin picks up one of your six-sided dice, but instead of rolling it, she places it on the table with the six dots facing up. "Looks like I get the max," she murmurs in a low, sultry voice. "I suppose I deserve it. It’s not like I'm innocent."

She pauses, savoring the moment, enjoying the tension of the mixture of nerves and anticipation that flicker across your face. "According to your D&D book," she continues, "the condemned has to go topless so their back is bare for the lash. Isn't that right?"

"Yes." You simply and correctly answer, not believing this is happening in your apartment.

"Makes sense," Cin says as she casually slips off her jacket. "The guilty shouldn't be spared the full sting of the whip or the humiliation of going topless." She tosses her jacket onto the chair, and you can’t tear your eyes away as she deftly unclasps her bra with her left hand as she slides her right underneath the front of her bra to maintain a hint of modesty. Placing the undergarment on the table, Cin straightens up, crossing her arms over her bare chest. While her arms cover her nipples, the curves of her ample, firm breasts spill out from above and below.

She meets your gaze with unapologetic confidence, her eyes burning with intensity. "I don't suppose you have a whipping post in your bedroom to chain me to?"

When you hesitate to answer, Cin lets out a playful, mocking "hmph" and says, "And here I thought you were a Dungeon Master."

She glances around the living room, considering her options. "I guess I'll have to make do with the wall," she declares. She strides over to the living room wall and presses her body against it, stretching her arms out to the sides, assuming the position. The sight of her large flatten breasts, pressed against the wall and visible from behind, is both mesmerizing and provocative.

Looking back at you over her shoulder, Cin says in a low, commanding voice, "Remember, handsome, this isn’t foreplay. It’s punishment."