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Paradise Halls for Paradise Valley Underground Bathhouse by Andragon [WIP] View File Introduction This mod is an add-on for Skyrim SE Underground Bathhouse by Andragon to allow DoM/PAHE slaves to take the guest positions in the Valley without screwing too much their behavior. This is definitely WIP, the following section lists the features and known bugs regarding this add-on. The last sections are about requirements, installation and acknowledgements. Contents PAHE slaves have a special dialogue to join the bathhouse "About Paradise Valley's Bathhouse..." Never ever use the default dialogue "About my bathhouse..." for PAHE slaves. It might still be present because I tried to avoid editing UB records. It is recommended not to use the UB dialogues outside of the Valley or the Bathhouse. Some NPCs don't seem to find their way in. This add-on is actually for DoM+PAHE, it might work with PAHE or maybe not. You will need DoM version 3.1 or higher. The dialogue tree is a copy of the usual UB dialogue, without the "please", its functionalities are identical. See UB mod description. Jail is not working for 0.1.0. Try 0.1.1 it should work with the dark area in the separate cell, or maybe the opposite, or both... Or none? Merchant, bard, dark area and shackles are untested. Guests and guards should work. Report bugs in the support thread. When telling a PAHE slave to leave the UB, the slave will switch to follow player (DoM+PAHE) or just wait (PAHE alone with 0.1.0) Slave interaction while in UB is restricted to dialogues and punishments. Make sure you are in the Valley before talking to your slaves about the UB or they might not find their way there. All standard PAHE training still applies and you can scold them, whip them or sex them as usual. DoM moods will update, most interactions are still possible as long as they don't imply changing the behavior of the slave (pose, tie up, masturbate, wait...) which is handled by the PAHE packages. All behaviors of the slaves in UB are handled by the UB packages overwriting the ones from PAHE. As a consequence you should avoid using PAHE dialogues to place slaves in furniture, tie them up, ... Putting your UB slaves in a bag should be of no consequences as long as you don't release them outside the Valley. If you want to regain full control of your slaves, make them leave the UB first. Requirements Requirements are UB, PAHE and PAHE dependencies. DoM 3 or higher is highly recommended as slaves behavior will be better integrated. Install DoM dependencies too! Version 4 is compatible with DoM 4 and PAHE standalone. Use 0.1.2 with DoM 3. I didn't try UB Light, neither any of the recent patches. The standard version by SkubbleBubble is recommended but you are free to experiment. Installation There are 3 patches in the file: ub_pahe.esp is the DoM/PAHE integration into UB ub_zaz.esp is the SE version of the UB patch by @ttpt ub_empty.esp is for the UB to start empty, without any NPC. But for now, the NPCs come back if you release their position. Plugins should be loaded after all other UB patches. It is recommended to enter the UB alone through the secret valley entrance, discover the hidden valley by walking to the pool and exit the valley. Save, reload for UB dialogues to start properly and from now on always use the Hidden Valley shortcut if you have followers or slaves with you. Please comment and report bugs on the support thread. I will try to make better pictures... Acknowledgements Andragon obiously, SkubbleBubble for converting UB to SE, @ttpt for the Zaz patch and @CliftonJD for countless hours of his time helping on PAHE. You are also welcome to support me on my patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/welcome-poll-69591050 Submitter TrollAutokill Submitted 08/26/2022 Category Adult Mods Requires Skyrim SE PAHE DoM Underground Bathhouse Regular Edition Compatible No  

​🖤​LEATHER DOM FANTASY SET​🖤​ View File 🖤🖤🖤 if you want the for more.... 💠 Please do not use my textures. 💠 Please do not re-upload. 💠 Please don't claim as your own. 💠 Do not use my mesh without permission! Submitter Harmonia_Sims Submitted 12/18/2022 Category Clothing Requires  

Aurelio's Carnal Collection ― Sub/Dom Poses View File My first set of sexual poses for the Sims 4! Will continue to update this file as I create more; I would love to hear recommendations for poses. Andrew's Pose Player and Teleport Any Sim are required for these poses to work. Click the hyperlinks to be redirected to the download pages. You only need the Pose Player for the solo poses but for the couple poses, you will need to use the Teleport Any Sim mod and place the objects directly inside of each other for the spacing to work out. Includes the following poses: - Kneel, Dog! - Kneel, Dog! (Head Down) - Sweet Domination (Submissive) - Sweet Domination (Dominant) - Floor Mat, can be used alone or in conjunction with the poses below. - Face Sit, use with "Floor Mat." - Chest Sit, use with "Floor Mat." - Sit, Doggy! - Floor Mat (Face Down) - Lovely Carpet! - Lovely Carpet (Larger Hair) - Reverse Teacher Lock - Reverse Teacher Lock (Dominant) - Tippy Toes, (Dominant and Submissive animations; couple pose) These two are Rumble Roses references Submitter aureliodamico Submitted 01/13/2022 Category Animations - WickedWhims Requires Andrew's Pose Player, Teleport Any Sim  

Sexout Bondage Keys Dom View File This is a file containing a series of hotkeys to access Sexout bondage animations. Most of these are ZAZ animations. Aim your crosshairs at an NPC and press either the P, O, I, H, or B keys to begin one of the following animations. P = Pillory animations O = Whip animations I = Toy animations H = Cross animation B = Box animations Using the cross animation on an NPC will lasts 1 minute and will cause 100 limb damage to both legs for this mod. Credits ZAZ for the animations XanderVirtus and RitualClarity as this mod is based on Sexout KissKey and Sexout Sexkey Submitter BOS_111 Submitted 06/30/2022 Category Framework & Resources Requires https://www.loverslab.com/files/file/33-sexout-common-resources-scr/  

I was taking some time off from the mill in Riverwood, the view above the river is so soothing and I needed to relax. My sister Sigrid thinks I am not contributing enough to earn my right to live in her house, but I am not going to ruin my soft hands with a lumberjack work for long. When this stranger arrived, I was a bit anxious at first but I thought at least something new is happening in this dull village. Well I couldn't be more right. I immediately felt like I might regret Sigrid's gentle nagging very soon. Sometime being tough is just not enough, or too exciting to some brute. Something big was coming my way. By the way, thanks for enlightening me Lydia. After a few lessons we ended up in a hidden valley, without any hope for escape. I guess I have to get used to my new home and now new friends have just arrived. Thanks to @Heroine HoneyCrotch for creating Sigrid's sister Selena and Andragon for creating this beautiful safe haven. I am thinking of adding an interface to DoM with Paradise Valley, see DoM's page for the wip version.

Go Llamas! - Chapter 16: Power Clara Bjergsen is used to getting what she wants. This time she might end up regretting it. (includes themes of non-con to con)

I had just spent a perfectly dreadful night, chained on my knees on a cold stone floor. The reason for this abominable situation was lying on a decidedly comfy looking bedroll, and snoring his head off for the last few hours. Was it unreasonable of me to expect a little consideration when He awoke? Some small passing interest in my comfort? What actually happened is that He stood up, looked me up and down like a side of meat hanging in the market, and then said "You. Stand up. Now". The new day was already off to a fabulous start. I formulated a few choice words on the impossibility of standing up while still chained on my knees, but bit them back when I realised I could stand up. The cuffs that had held me immobile while my lump of a captor slept. I climbed stiffly to my feet, and without conscious intent, my hands moved to cover my more intimate areas. In response, He made a certain arcane gesture with his left hand, and my body flooded with occult pain. "Ow!" I cried. "What was that for?" "Modesty Unbecoming in a Slave Girl", He said. "You body belongs to me now, and all its areas are to be kept open for my inspection". I glared at Him, willing Him to drop dead on the spot. Sadly, He declined to cooperate. "Don't worry", He said. "If you forget, I shall be sure to remind you". "While we are on the subject of bad behavior", He continued, "I thought I warned you not to try and escape? You spent half the night testing your bonds, don't try and deny it". Well excuse me! While He had slept and recovered Himself, I had spent the last few hours kneeling on a cold stone floor, and thanks to one of His infernal spells I spent that entire time feeling randier than I once would have believed possible. I wasn't "trying to escape" or "testing my bonds" or anything of that nature! I was simply trying to rub my legs together and gain a moments release from this infernal need which had been inflicted upon me. In what way could any of this be described as fair? In my indignation, I may have made the mistake of voicing some of those sentiments out loud, an indiscretion that earned me a further shock of magical pain. He gave me a second or two to recover before continuing. "Firstly", He said, "if I place you in a pose or bind you in a certain way, I expect you to maintain that posture until I tell you otherwise. In particular, if I tell you to keep your knees widely spread, I expect you to keep your knees apart. Do you understand this?" I glared at the floor and nodded silently, not wishing to provoke another jolt from His pain spell. "Secondly", He continued, "just as you now belong to me, so does your sexual release. Your orgasms are mine to bestow or withhold, and you are not to seek such relief without permission? Again, do you understand?" This time my response was verbal and earned my twice the previous duration of pain. He stepped back and studied my carefully. "I think", He said, "that if we are to make any progress, we shall have to do something about that pride of yours". * * * "Get dressed, and stand up straight!" He ordered. I decided I'd sooner not risk another jolt of His pain spell, so I did as I had been bid. "Good slave", He said. "Now strip." "What?" I asked. "Strip. Now." "But I just put my clothes on!" "Indeed. And now you will take them back off. Strip!" Glaring, I complied with the ridiculous order. "Good slave. Now put your clothes back on". Fuming, I did as I was bid. The next order came as no surprise at all. "Now strip!" "Make up your mind!" I said. "You can have me naked, or you can have me clothed, but I refuse to bear my all to you, just so you can tell me to get dressed once again!" "I see you need another taste of Discipline", he said, and made that hand gesture I was learning to dread. My world exploded in electric pain. Dimly, through the agony, I became aware that He was talking once again. "You probably know that the Shock effect inflicts harm upon both the body and the mind. Which is to say that it damages health and drains magicka. What isn't so commonly known is that most shock spells, intended as they are for battle, are tuned to maximize physical harm. This spell, on the other hand emphasizes the mental and magical harm while minimizing the physical damage". All of which would be a lot more interesting, I remember thinking at the time, if my skin wasn't peeling from my bones right now. "Which means", He continued, "that while it probably feels as if you're being flayed alive right now, you aren't undergoing any lasting physical harm. Which means I can do this for as long as it takes for you to decide that you want to be a good little slave". "Now: are you ready to behave yourself?" I most certainly was! If being a good girl was what was needed to make the pain stop, then that was what I wanted. I nodded my head and muttered affirmatives through clenched teeth and I must have got the message across because the pain suddenly, blessedly, stopped. "Good girl", He said. "Take a moment, catch your breath. And then strip". So I did. I stripped, and I dressed and I stripped again and dressed again, over and over, the cycle punctuated only by occasional jolts of pain if I seemed to Him to be disrespectful or tardy in my obedience. Eventually, I fell into a rhythm where my hands moved by themselves and I ceased to think about my state of dress. In my mind, states of Nakedness and Clothed began almost to blur into one, and within the repetition and routine, I began to feel a modicum of comfort. Which, of course, was exactly when He called for a break. * * * "Once more then: strip, one last time", He said, "... and now kneel!" In my semi-deleterious state, I'm not sure whether it was that I obeyed His command, or whether I was simply compelled by my magical bondage, but once again I found myself naked and kneeling at His feet. "Good girl. You've been working hard and deserve a treat". I retrospect, what happened next really should not have surprised me. Stripping naked Himself, He used my mouth for his pleasure, His hand on the back of my head compelling my co-operation. He pumped a surprising amount of His seed into my mouth, with strict instructions that I swallow it all. Then, just as I expected that he must soften and withdraw, he instead renewed his assault upon my mouth and throat. I can see how this might have been a treat for Him, but I wasn't sure how this was a treat for *me*. Although I confess that I had been working hard enough that the added fluids and protein was welcome. Although that was probably just my heightens state of magically enforced arousal speaking. Somewhere in between His second and third delivery of semen, he began to ruminate. "You seem to be getting a little too comfortable with this exercise, and a little too quickly. I think I know what we need". He put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight against His groin while he pumped another consignment of ejaculate down my protesting throat and into my belly. He withdrew from my mouth and began to dress. "It seems to me that you're a little too comfortable dressed in that outfit", He said, gathering up my discarded clothes and causing them to disappear inside His surprisingly capacious backpack. He continued to rummage for a while. "Ah ha! Found it!" He threw me what looked like a scrap of old sacking. "Put this on", he said. Well, I tried, I really did. Clearly this garment was, in fact, the remains of an actual sack and had never been intended to be worn by anyone, but somehow I arranged it so that it covered all those bits most needful of coverage while somehow failing to fall to the ground. When I was done, I looked up to find Him staring at me, his face bearing an expression of mute enquiry. "I do not wish to wear this", I said. "Fair enough", he replied. "Take it off". I obeyed with some enthusiasm, buoyed up by the discovery that it was possible to make my captor see sense on some matters. "And now put it back on", He said. "You can't ask me to wear that", I said. "And yet I just did", He replied. "Put it on". "You must see that this is nothing more than an old rag", I said. "More hole than fabric, if you examine it. It's hardly fit for use as a garment". "I don't understand", He said. "Your other garment was also ragged, was it not. It too had holes in it. Why is this different?" "My outfit could hardly be described as ragged!" I protested. "It was ... artfully distressed! It was fashionable! It was ... expensive! You could never look at a woman wearing such an ensemble and think her too poor to afford proper clothes!" He looked at me, feigning interest. "Whereas the other garment...?" Oblivious to the trap being set for me, I pressed on. "The other garment is hardly deserving of the name! It fits so badly that constant readjustment is required, lest it fall to the floor! The length is barely adequate for preserving the wearer's modesty, and then only if she is very careful to keep quite, quite still, something made all the more difficulty by the constant itching and scratching of the coarse weave. Even worse, there are various holes in the cloth that render certain areas quite clearly visible, and the entire fabric is sufficiently threadbare that any sort of light serves to reveal all!". He looked on with kindly curiosity. "And so your point is ...?" "My point is that this fails to qualify as a suitable garment by almost every criteria imaginable! I have seen beggars that would scorn to wear this ... thing! This is something that marks its wearer as the lowest of the low! It is something that might be worn by ... by a ..." "By a slave?" He said, helpfully. "Yes!" "Then it is fitting that you wear it. Now. Put. It. On." "NO!!" Which, as you might well imagine, is when my world was once again engulfed in electric fire. Once again, He used the occasion of my pain as an opportunity to lecture. "You recall, I hope, our previous discussion of the Discipline spell? I believe I mentioned that the spell was calibrated to do no physicall harm?" I glared at him through the lattice of blue-white sparks that danced across my field of vision. "I should perhaps have added that the same is not true of mental harm. In fact, prolonged exposure to the effects of Discipline can result in serious and often irreversable psychological problems. Which, of course, is one reason I prefer verbal correction whenever possible". He turned and paced away, a teacher carefully considering his choice of words, my agony clenched tight in his left hand the whole time. "I want you to understand my next point very clearly, and so I am going to be rather more blunt than good manners would normally allow. All I need from you is a womb, a cunt, and some way of stopping then from wandering off when my attention is elsewhere. In particular, there is absolutely nothing above your pretty little neck that I find in any way essential. Therefore, you should understand that were I, through over-exposure to the discipline spell, to burn out your cognitive functions, thereby leaving a meat husk fit for nothing but accepting semen and expelling progeny, then in a great many ways this would make my life substantially less complicated. I advise you think carefully about this." "However, it is also true that I am, unusually for one of my calling, something of a sentimentalist. As such it would sadden me were such an outcome to transpire. Consequently, I am willing to make the extra effort to help you develop the skills and mindset needed to be happy in your new role. But for that to happen, I require a certain basic level of co-operation." He paced back again, and then pivoted on one heel, fixed me with a glare, and unexpectedly dropped the Discipline spell. "So which is it to be? Are you going to work with me on this", He asked, "or should I just burn out your brain and make arrangements for the care of your still living carcass?" I wanted, so very much, to tell him to go hang. I wanted to scream that life as a mindless lump of meat would be infinitely preferable to being complicit in my own subjugation. I felt certain that He was bluffing, and that if confronted he would back down. However, I could not be sure this was the case, and long term mental problems or no, I had no desire at that time for a further taste of Discipline. On my hands and knees, soaked in my own sweat and shaking with the after effects of pain, I mouthed a single word. "Yes." "Yes, what?" He said. "Yes, sir." And so the day proceeded as before, with only the occasional jolt of pain or "reward" to break the routine. Eventually He stopped, stretched and yawned. "I don't know about you, but I'm beat", He said. "Get on your knees." I did so, encouraged by the tightening of the magic cuffs around my wrists and ankles. "I'm going to take a nap", he said. "For you, the same rules apply as last time.We'll review your behavior when I awake". "Oh, you can keep your clothes on tonight", He added before rolling over and starting to snore. So, this is my situation: kneeling on a cold stone floor, my loins burning with the need to be touched, and my sad excuse for a garment using ,my every breath as an excuse to itch, scratch or bite at me. And when one of these factors causes me, as it almost certainly must, to shift my position in some way, it will be taken as defiance of His orders, meaning I can expect further punishment when He emerges from his comfy bedroll. If that is not the most perfectly awful way to spend a night, I truly do not know what is.

It's all been perfectly dreadful, and that's all I have to say about it. * * * Honestly, the entire thing is simply shocking! What have things come to if a woman can't enjoy the ambiance of site of national archeological importance... What? Well, yes, it was a Draugr tomb, but I don't see how that has any bearing on the subject... Well, if you must know, we had this godsawful row at home, and I was like "well if that's how you feel, then I might as well be dead!" So of course, I stormed out making quite the dramatic exit, and then I thought "if I'm going to be dead, I should find myself a tomb", which is how I came to be ... Oh, stop it! "Draugr, draugr, draugr!" That's all anyone ever talks about. Yes, all right! If you come stomping into their home, all testosterone and metal polish and shouting "Ho! Ho! Ho! I'm an adventurer, here to take your stuff and chop you into little bits", then yes, in those particular circumstances they have been known to get a little shirty. If, on the other hand, you do like Great Aunt Bernadette wrote in her book, and treat them with a little respect, you will find them to be perfect gentlemen. Which is more than can be said of some people I could mention. The point I'm trying to make is that I wasn't doing anything wrong! All I wanted was to soak in the atmosphere of the grand burial chamber. The Morbid Grandeur of this Ancient Ruin was the perfect Balm for the Anguish of my Wounded Soul. I wanted nothing more than to drink it all in until I felt once again at peace with myself. And then He showed up! * * * Oh, very well! I admit that I may have tried - just the teensiest little bit, mind you - to kill Him. Well who wouldn't? He was skulking abou, looking for all the world like some stalker, or pervert, or worse! No one could blame me for defending myself, even if I did get a tiny bit proactive about it. And you have to admit my concerns did turn out to be entirely legitimate... You want to know about the fight? It makes for a bit of a dull tale, I'm afraid. My mistake was starting off with the big summons.... Yes, I know how to do magic, thank you very much! I wear the witch robes for a reason you know. Don't confuse me with those little poseur girls who dress up all spooky, but who couldn't tell you the difference between a cantrip and a pentacle. I can actually do this shit, you know? Well yes, clearly I didn't win the fight, thank you so much for stating the glaringly obvious! The trouble with the big summoning spells is that they take longer to cast. What I should have done was conjure a couple of cheap minions as distractions, and then gone for the more powerful spirits. As it was, I wasn't half way through the working before I found myself tagged with lightning, once, twice ... three times I think. It broke my concentration and by the time I could shake the cobwebs away, He was standing over me doing something ... I'm still not clear on what he did, if I'm honest. But right after he did it, everything went black. I don't know how long that lasted for, but after a while light and sound started to seep back into the world, and I could hear His voice saying to me "... you're a slave now. Do you understand?" And I suppose I must have nodded, or mumbled "yes" or something of the sort because ... well, look at me! Can we come back to this later? I'm suddenly feeling very tired for some reason. * * * I would hate for you to think that I was one of those girls. You know the ones who will take their clothes off for anyone that asks? I wasn't one of those at all. It was just that, when He first said "Strip. Now!" I was confused and disoriented and and I'm not ashamed to admit, more than a little frightened. So when He said "strip", I stripped. It seemed no more than the prudent course of action. Of course, I was thinking that I could always put them back on again, maybe five minutes after He turned His back and I summoned some death-realm spirit to rip His head off. Of course, I'd utterly failed to take into consideration His next move. As it transpires, he knows this darling little spell that summons an enchanted slave collar from some Molag-bedamned pocket Oblivion realm, a collar that which once summoned, fastens itself neatly around the neck of the target: yours truly in this particular instance. So far from conjuring some Dire Specter of Evil Retribution, I'm suddenly trying to work out what this strange constriction is around my throat, which is of course the precise point when I'm introduced to some further spells in similar vein, particularly one that applies cuffs to my wrist and ankles. So before I can even start casting my spell, I find myself kneeling at His feet with my hands restrained behind my back. In my naivety and optimism, I dared let myself hope that this would be the worst of it. A foolish hope and all too quickly dashed. * * * I tried to follow thew workings of his next spell. It was something from the School of Alteration, not one of my strongest suits, I admit. It did not appear to be working at first, and then the word "Slave" inscribed itself on my pubic mound, followed a moment later by my feet and legs turning black. The legs I suppose I can understand. I seem to have been branded with a pair of permanent black stockings. I confess, I couldn't entirely see the point to the exercise. The stockings are there because He likes them, I presume. But what could be the point of labeling me as a slave above my most intimate parts? Surely anyone who might see me in my current position is not going to need a label to understand my status! Conversely, were I dress decently, the brand would be hidden and would thus convey no information. What does He expect? That the Whiterun guards are going to stop every free woman who passes the gates and make her raise her skirts and drop her undies so they can check for escaped slaves? I was so distracted with my ruminations that His next spell caught me off guard. Something conjuration, something ... almost like like a possession spell. I turned my attention inward, alert for alien thoughts or presences in my mind, but there seemed nothing out of the ordinary. And then I noticed my captor staring at me expectantly. He smiled then, and as He did, I felt a rush of heat that started in my knees and traveled quickly to my cheekbones, and taking in all points in between... Gods And Deadra, but I have never felt so hot nor so wet! Were it not that my hands were restrained behind my back, my fingers would have been buried between my legs at that moment! As it was, I found myself thrusting my pelvis towards my captor in mute appeal. Take me! You win! I surrender! Now claim your prize and take me!! But all He did in return was to watch as I shamed myself before Him, all the time smiling that annoying little smirk He has. After a while, rational thought began to seep in around the edges of unquenchable lust, and I somehow was able get the pelvic gyrations under control. He knelt by me then. "Good slave," he said, lifting my chin so he could examine my face more closely. "The feeling will never go away", he said, "but once the initial shock wears off, you may find they become more manageable". He lowered his hand, his finger tracing a lazy, insolent path from along my neck to my breast, before toying with my nipple. Given my newly sensitized body, this simple action raised an impossible flood of sensation, and I felt my breath growing ragged as He spoke. "We're almost done now", He said. "Just a couple more details and then we can rest for a while". He stood, and started casting another spell, this one Restoration based. I didn't really understand much of the workings, not that my concentration was particularly acute at that moment. It did seem to take a while to charge the spell however, as though it was pulling in energies from all manner of sources. When the spell was released, I felt a momentary indignation, as if some great impertinence had been committed upon my person, and then that faded leaving only a lingering sense of vague well being. He must have taken pity on me for my confused expression. "That last spell has just boosted the efficiency of your reproductive system to a very great extent. It's no exaggeration to say that any sexual activity begun in the next few minutes will almost certainly result in pregnancy". "So that's what we'll do next". He dropped his Cloak upon the floor, shrugged loose of his robe, and then kneeling before me, he lowered me gently onto my back. His manhood stiffened as he bent over me, and my traitor knees spread themselves wide to grant Him access. "Don't worry," He said, "you'll enjoy this. You won't have any choice". And he was right, godsdamn him. * * * When He was done with me, He lifted my back onto my knees, arranged my posture to his satisfaction, and then spread a bedroll upon the cavern floor. "I need to catch up on my sleep", He said. "While I do that, maintain that pose and don't try to escape. If you do, I will know". And with that He rolled over, and with His back to me, He began to snore. And so here I am. After a very promising start to the day, I have been attacked, enslaved, stripped naked, bound, branded, ensorcelled, raped and impregnated. Now, as I look upon the sleeping author of my misfortunes, I find myself praying both that He die an agonizing death by fire, and at the same time that He might wake from His slumbers and mercilessly ravish my bound and helpless body. As I said at the start, it's all been perfectly, perfectly, dreadful.

Well trained slaves call their owner master. Unfortunately mistresses are often forgotten. This is now corrected, as slave Alia is about to learn! After a hard day of work, why not relax on a comfortable and respectful chair? Sometimes you will have to work extra hours! But don't be shy and make your point. Remember you're a strong and independent Nord woman! Eventually it will pay off. Let's hope Alia did learn a lesson today.