She lets out a soft huff when she's pulled in again, slightly rankled by how this does go against the plans, if only for a moment. Holding his gaze, she smacks his hand, then carefully wraps her fingers around his wrist, doing her best to push both of his hands against the wall. Her nose presses against the shadow of his cheek, lips so close that they leave a slight trace of her lipstick on his skin, just to ward off any suspicions.

"Dress for what part, Owen?" she hisses, kicking up one of her feet for emphasis, with a long, steel-tipped heel and zipped all the way up to her thighs. "I'm dressed as a dom, and she's also a dom. Unless being tied and chained up makes you nervous?"

Leaning back, she offers a challenge in the raise of her brow before she tugs on his jacket, until it hangs off one of his shoulders.

"Don't worry. I have plenty of collars you can choose from. I'm sure we'll find one that's comfortable."