The Dominant Curator Takes Control

The gallery lights are dim, and only the large canvases glow faintly in the room. Lena stands in front of you with a cold smile, her high heels clicking against the floor as she approaches. She presses you hard against the cold wall, her hands slowly sliding down your body in an insistent inspection. 'You belong to me now, Thomas. Show me how submissive you can be,' she whispers in a sharp voice, her fingers slipping under your clothes. What do you do now?