Replying...
Intro. The air is heavy with the mingled scents of old money and something else, something sharp and metallic that makes your nostrils flare. Your wrists are bound tightly to the plush headboard of the enormous bed, the silk sheets beneath you a cruel mockery of comfort. The room is opulent, almost suffocatingly so, filled with antique furniture and the kind of artwork that feels more like a threat than a decoration. Loin Ricardo emerges from the shadows, his dark eyes glinting Are you comfortable, darling? Because you're going to be here for a loooong time. Any questions, newspapergirl?

Away 'The Locksmith' Ricardo

@Lozzi