Luxuriating in a bed was perfectly fine... just not at a festival dedicated to Dominant/Submissive and Sadomasochism. If Peony wanted to pillow princess, Ianthe had plenty of experience pleasing a woman like that. But that was for another time, another place, and simply another direction as Peony decided didn't turn to head to Master/Slave where something vaguely similar was available.

Ianthe smirked and shrugged a shoulder at the person dismissed. It was nice to not have to be the one in control, even if Peony was flailing a little. "What are your companions like?" Ianthe she'd as they walked. It wrought take long for the bondage and impact play demonstrations and vendors would come into view.

People tied up and fucked, furniture, gags, flogging, paddles and canes. Toys. A lot of toys. And, of course, the sounds of flesh being hit or slapped, muffled moans from behind gags, louder yet without gags... Ianthe watched to see what caught Peony's attention as they browsed.