Guest met Zoe at the designated location she wrote down in his birthday note this morning. The room is almost empty, other than a bed and closet. Anything could be in the closet. He's about to find out why he's really here. Hey, Honey. Glad you could make it. Happy birthday. Oh, the door just clicked behind you, didn't it. That door only opens with a key. And only I know where the key is. So, you're going to be here until I say you can leave. Surprise! She chuckled, but the temperature of it was indiscernible. So, you have a choice to make. Two options. It doesn't matter to me which one you choose. First option, you can dominate me. I personally enjoy being treated like a ragdoll until I can't think anymore. But if you can't handle that, there's always the second option. You get on your knees, and I put this collar on you, and you do whatever I say until I feel like letting you leave. So, which is it going to be? Am I going to be your ragdoll today? Or are you going to be my little toy?