Yes, but she needs a collar.

“You know.” You interject, “The red 'do not cross this line' tape around the tables is there for a reason.”

While still half draped over the table Selina glances down at the one foot she has on the floor which is halfway on the red line. Looking back at you, and without losing eye contact, she gracefully turns and roles her hips and legs up on the table and lies before you on her side like some Roman goddess on an ancient reclining couch.

“Better?” She gives you those daring bedroom emerald eyes.

Shaking your head with pleasant disapproval you move towards the gorgeous Gothamite, “If this is you being good, I would hate to see the bad side.” To which she gives a wicked grin.

“At least you're not facing the jewels anymore.” You add.

“Oh, but I want to.” Selina whispers as she slowly slides her upper leg once up and down over her lower, “Their exquisite, I have never seen such a pairing. Can I pick a few up, please?”

“If you mean 'pick up' like a pizza and take home, then no.” You answer as you ponder whether indulging this beautiful bandit is wise, but it is certainly entertaining. “But if you want a brief look, I guess that will be okay, but a little insurance would be prudent. You mentioned handcuffs before?”

One of her eye brows arches challengingly, “It's in my thigh pocket.” She answers and then waits.

Selina watches your hand reach down and slowly unzip the small pocket on the mid of her left thigh and then slide out the black handcuffs from their tight confinement. Quickly and nimbly the leather clad rogue sits up as if she was one of your patients on an examination table. Spreading her legs so you can move in close she raises up her hands together, offering her wrists to be put in bondage.

Her piercing eyes have a strange mixture of desire, play and competitiveness. Undaunted you move in and then clamp one of the hoops around your own left wrist. Selina looks down at the cuffs, and then up at you a bit surprised, and then purrs with approval as you gently enclose the other hoop around her right wrist, binding the two of you together. Taking a half a step back you stare at each other for a moment. Your date slightly bits her lower lip, clearly aroused and enjoying herself. Her partially bare soft cleavage gently expands and contracts with each breath. Stepping to your right you lead your now captive audience to turn around and face the table.

Leaning over you're the first to speak. “You're right this is a parure, which as you know is a set of matching lady's jewelry, and it's from the 17th century. It was owned by the influential and famous Henrietta Hyde, the Countess of Rochester . . .”

You feel Selina move in close as you speak; her soft breath against your cheek, “Doctors aren't suppose to tease their patients so.” She whispers in that deep feminine bedroom voice and then lies next you and picks up a bracelet and listens with interest as you two begin to chat about history and jewelry.