She places her palms over his eyes—warm, dry, firm. He exhales shakily.
Cut to: A dark, minimalist playroom. Slavin (40s, muscular, scarred hands) kneels on a padded mat, naked, wrists bound behind his back with a simple leather cuff. He is already blindfolded.
His breathing quickens. He strains against the cuffs—not to escape, but to feel something solid.
"Two minutes."