"Standing at the end please, you'll have a better view that way." She sings a few syllables and the light in the room takes on a warm, romantic, low glow. She checks on the fire, makes sure it's not going to go out.

She's so very careful when she ties his hands and legs to the bedposts, gives him plenty of give in the rope. The platform she made the last time materializes behind him, eases any strain on his body from gravity.