It starts pretty intense

"OK, Dungeon Master," Sandra smiles as she stresses the title deliberately as she settles down on the couch furtively patting her notebook tucked back under the pillow. "Give me the bad news, what happens to Rae as she waits in her cell?"

"Well, for starters Miss Morelli, you look far too comfortable on that couch." Even after Sandra's texts last night, you had still planned on keeping this run under tight control, but after seeing her drawings your plans have changed. Pointing to the bare wooden floor near the table where you usually sit you call her over. "I want you here, on your knees." Sandra's gasp of surprise is one of excitement, not protest and you hear her gather her dice and notebook and head for the indicated spot. In the meantime you are rummaging through one of your many draws of junk. Just as you remember, there is a 10 foot length of chain leftover from a design project last semester.

"What do you think?" You ask the kneeling sophomore, "some players like to use props, do you want to try?" While it is true that once in a while your players would have a small token that fit their character, you can't imagine any of them on their knees in chains. Sandra however, had that theatrical nature and even if you hadn't seen her drawings, you suspected she might appreciate the extra touch.

She looks up at you from her knees, wide-eyed and nervous before shrugging out of her jacket and lifting her bare arms for you to bind. There is something very exciting about wrapping a kneeling woman's wrists with coils of chain, and the heavy black links feel exactly right for the Overlord's dungeon.

It's not like she's barely dressed like Rae is in her dungeon cell; in fact, her long skirt pools around her covering just about all her legs, but her the short-sleeved blouse exposes more of her arms and back than you've ever seen before. You loop the trailing end of the chain four or fives times around the back of your chair leaving just enough slack for her to lower her arms under her chin. You'll have to loosen the chain more when it comes time for her to roll the dice, but for now most of the run is narration anyways.

"Rae is left kneeling like this in the dimly lit cell." You tell Sandra setting the mood for the run, "the only light comes from a flickering oil lamp that sits near the guard table that lights up the hard faces of the two men in charge of the night-time dungeon."

"Are they watching me?" The pretty sophomore's voice is low but clear. "Or are they used to having nearly naked women in their care?"

"They're watching all-right." You tell her, and then inspired by the dice spilled out on the floor by Sandra's knees you have a moment of inspiration. "They're playing some sort of dice game, and judging by how they keep leering at her, Rae gets the distinct impression that she is the prize the men are gambling over."

"Oh, Saint Cuthbert protect me." Sandra pulls weakly against the chains, as she explains what her cleric is thinking. "Rae prays softly as she kneels on the damp floor of the cell, but in her heart she knows that her Lawful Good deity watches over only those who are worthy. She's afraid she might no longer deserve his protection." Normally it is your job as a DM to remind players of their character's alignment, but Sandra is being harsher on herself than you'd ever be. You consider trying to assure her that Saint Cuthbert is an all-forgiving god, but the supplement you gave her when she first chose her cleric's deity made it pretty clear that the church founder was known for his absolute commitment Law as well as Goodness.

Instead, you turn your attention back to the game. "The larger of the two guards, a swarthy-skinned man with scars on his face and neck, lets out a roar of triumph and pushes back from the table so fast that his stool rolls away." You see Sandra shrink even lower onto her knees as you describe the guard. "He brings the lantern with him as he unlocks the cell door and squeezes his muscular torso through the opening, hanging the lantern from the bars so he can see every inch of Rae's barely covered body." There is no doubt that this is exactly what Sandra had in mind, even if you hadn't seen her sketches, the texts from last night were still fresh in your memory.

"On your feet, wench." You growl in your best crude henchman voice, "get up nice and pretty like, an' I gonna go nice and easy wit choo." Dropping the phony accent you give Sandra a chance to decide what her character would do. "Does Rae get up like he demands, or try something else?"