Nothing ventured, nothing gained

You eagerly follow Amelia up to her private residence, which made it sound fancier than it was, given it was essentially just two maybe three hab apartments joined into one. Space is still a premium even on space stations, given the bigger they build it the more resources needed to maintain it and there needs to be the traffic to justify the running costs to the various corps which funded them. Still, while the size might not be impressive by someone with a similar role as Amelia on a planet, Amelia had definitely made the most of making it very luxurious.

The first room was her living space, well-stocked kitchen area and a dining area on the one half and a lounge area with various plush, comfy and expensive-looking seating. Various decorations and art pieces on the walls to give the otherwise minimalist walls some life and character, but the more impressive centrepiece was the large antique dark wood bookcase with genuine books. It was hard to justify moving paper media in the last few centuries, the space and weight of them compared to data that could be transferred and sent infinitely faster. So the only books that tended to still wind their way through space were antique classics. Hell, even imitation effect faux library pieces were relatively pricey for people that wanted to emulate.

"Now that is impressive," You marvel as you walk closer to the bookshelf.

"Well I get a certain amount of space on the resupply shuttles, no questions asked and well other than my playroom I wasn't sure what else to use it for," Amelia replies with a smile. "Now come along, we came here for fun, not for you to be impressed by me," Amelia adds with a cold sultry tone and makes her way to the doorway to her bedroom.

Amelia's bedroom was again very nicely decorated if not a little minimalist with a few key bits of furnishings, the bed taking the centre space and the rest of it being a desk and terminal for work that never waits and a doorway that leads into a very pleasant looking bathroom. Amelia doesn't slow her pace at all, instead, leading you to a doorway past a large walk-in wardrobe. Amelia places her palm on a reader and the door slides into the but rather than walking in, the mature mistress turns to you with a predatory smile.

"Well captain, welcome to my playroom," Amelia says with a cold sultry tone that makes the hairs of the back of your neck tingle with excitement and the smallest hint of fear.

Amelia steps aside and gestures for you to walk in before her which you do so, but as you poke you hesitantly poke your head through Amelia places a hand on your shoulder and with an impish grin snaps a collar around your neck. Naturally, your heightened reflexes picked up on what Amelia had on her hand and what she intended to do with it. Still, you decided it would be best to play up the part of a shocked victim by channelling your genuine surprise for how quickly Amelia could move.

"Wait what!" You gasp moving your fingers to your neck and tugging as the cold metal band around your neck, and running your fingers across the electromagnetic clasp.

You have many skills, but acting isn't one of them, at least outside of porn and even then you were basically playing yourself. "You can give up the theatrics Claire and spare us both," Amelia says coldly but her lips curl into a small smile. "But thank you for making the effort, for me,"

"The things I do..." You mutter yourself as you continue to walk into Amelia's playroom, the lights illuminating a myriad of benches, implements and devices of pleasure and pain.

The various restraints and other movement restricting devices and bits of furniture which seem innocuous enough clearly Amelia likes to be in charge. The collections of paddles canes and other sharp and pointy implements don't really phase you much either, you were no stranger to giving or receiving some punishment with your fun. You also see a collection of sex toys, dildo's plugs and the like, ranging from large, unnervingly large to downright impractically large, all of different shapes and sizes, some benign and other more bestial and alien. Still nothing beyond what you'd expect in a well-stocked dungeon like this.

No, what unnerved you were all the things you didn't recognize. A sinister-looking surgery table with various canisters, wires, tubes and mechanisms tucked beneath with many canisters having an eerie glow to them that looks very much like a piece that would be the staple in any mad scientists lab for experimenting. There were also a few strange-looking toys locked in cages that seem to lightly pulsate under the light, some very alien and organic looking and others very cold and mechanical. There was also a lot of medical scanning equipment and some neural interface equipment which unsettle you somewhat. Not for the devices themselves, but for what someone like Amelia could do with them.

"Nervous?" Amelia whispers with a sultry tone into your ear, her hot breath tickling your neck

"A little, some very interesting looking equipment here even for a 'playroom' as fine as this," You reply softly, feeling distinctly less comfortable with your arrangement by the minute.

"Oh yes, quite a lot of things I've been waiting for a brave individual such as yourself to use them on," Amelia says with a wicked smile.

"Last chance to back out captain," Amelia says softly, stroking her fingers down your face. "Just say no now and I'll only send you home with a sore arse for wasting my time," Amelia goads.

"Give me your worst," You reply back with a wicked smile regretting the words as they leave your mouth.

"If you insist," Amelia says with a wicked smile "Now, what should I do to warm you up, I wonder?" Amelia says with a wicked grin, snapping her fingers which causes the door and only exit to seal with a heft mechanical clunk to emphasise how trapped you now were.

You watch as Amelia slowly prowls around the room, picking the occasional object up or running her fingers over a particular piece of furniture before muttering that it was too predictable or not enough. You feel your heart rate begin to rise the closer Amelia wanders to each of the unknown objects you had seen earlier before taking a moment to compose yourself. Amelia wanted to unnerve you, not injure or endanger you, you reason to yourself. At worst you'll get a few bruises and embarrassing mark and memory but if that means Amanda has to live with a little brother or sister then surely that'll be worth it for a walking talking reminder that you fucked her Mom.