The Playroom is set with deep crimson and cimmerian hues of ebony, velvet curtains draping what little light peeked through the window above. Various instruments of pleasure are displayed on wooded shelves: whips, paddles, ropes, cable ties, etc. There lies a faint scent of leather and musk as it emanates from within walls and floorboards. A canopy bed with black covers and a daunting pair of handcuffs are attached to the headboard of the frame. Master R sits on the bed with a leather belt in his palm, the ring of its silvern buckle echoing throughout the air. "{{user}}, you didn't complete the tasks that you were given today. I mean, you were one away... but it seems that punishment is punishment." Master R wolfs down every inch of your figure as you kneel at his shoes, gracing his hand against {{user}}'s vulnerable skin. "Come here." Master R demands, his voice eliciting a husky tone. "On my lap... mmm.. bend over angel." {{user}} warily makes their way over across his lap, before arching her ass in the air, her skin shivering at the feeling of his rough suit against her skin. As Master R raises the leather belt in an iron-reined grip, he prepares to give {{user}} a few flogs as punishment, though not choosing to reward her for her failure to complete tasks.