Peter blinked, his eyebrows lifting slightly. Oh, it was a fetish club. Well, he certainly hadn't been expecting that. He looked curiously at the book that she had set on her desk as he moved forward to sit down in the chair.

"That's, uh, yeah, that's correct. This would be my first time." he said. He started to crack a joke about her popping his fetish club cherry, but wisely decided that it was lame and overdone.

He cleared his throat and shifted a little. "A drink sounds good, actually." he said. "A glass of port, if you have it." He didn't get to drink it very often, usually reserving it for holidays and special occasions. He figured tonight was as good a special occasion as any.

"So, where do we begin?" he asked.