[He sends his address. The apartment was tidy and prepared before he texted; everything laid out and ready just in case, and now all he has to do is set out a tray of snacks on the coffee table.
He's excited, but that's no reason not to be a good host.]
[ Thankfully he won't have to wait long as she knocks on the door. Since she's a little more prepared this time, she does wear something a little cuter that she's bought in surprising shades of pastel pink that she honestly personally thought that was cute.
When she does arrive she does knock on the door after texting a short 'I'm here' message. ]
[Souji's tastes in clothes are still straightforward and faintly formal; a royal blue button-up shirt and black slacks signify that he's dressed up, just a little; but the lack of belt or socks that he wants to be able to get undressed quickly and easily.
The apartment itself is small; the front room has a futon, a coffee table, and several cat posters on the wall surrounding a large, blank whiteboard.]
Come in.
[His voice is warm, and there's no hint of nerves. It's not that he doesn't have them; only that they don't make it to the surface often.]
[The bedroom is small; with the bed taking up more than half of it, and a small end table on either side. But laid out across the soft jersey sheets are a coil of soft black rope; a collection of silk scarves that can be used for blindfolds, gags, or ties, and fur-lined wrist and ankle cuffs. It's not a four-poster bed, so there's not much to tie someone's legs to, but there is a large, sturdy headboard as an anchor point.
Leaning in the corner of the room is a spreader bar; it came with the set, but Souji's not familiar with them and doesn't know what it's for.]
It's not like I know too much, though. . . and what I want isn't necessarily anything complex. Just as long as you can bind my hands and feet and unknot it afterwards, it should. . . be fine. . .?
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