RP: With Le Chiffre
Villiers sat on the bed, staring at his hands. Well, to be more specific, the object in his hands -- two rings of shiny steel, held together by light chain.
Handcuffs. To be honest, he’d been surprised when Bar gave them at his request, although he could’ve sworn there was a titter of amusement. Probably just all in his head, though. Either way, he’s grateful.
Two keys, on a neat little ring, sit beside him on the bed. He’d been inspired to get them, after Darren had mentioned Le Chiffre’s penchant for them -- and really, the banker can’t be blamed. Handcuffs are fascinating.
Handcuffs. To be honest, he’d been surprised when Bar gave them at his request, although he could’ve sworn there was a titter of amusement. Probably just all in his head, though. Either way, he’s grateful.
Two keys, on a neat little ring, sit beside him on the bed. He’d been inspired to get them, after Darren had mentioned Le Chiffre’s penchant for them -- and really, the banker can’t be blamed. Handcuffs are fascinating.