"I want my birthday here every year!" Roman playfully declared as he skipped into the room and went right for the tools, eyes gazing at them all to try and find the right thing to play with. It was early and he didn't want to play too hard so he picked what he knew he could have the most fun with - he picked the whip from before. "I love this, it's fucking great. I wish I had one with me all the time."

He was more fun to hurt women than men, or so he assumed, but this would do. This would do nicely. "You sure you wanna play, Zsasz?"