The luxurious room was filled with the smell of leather and masculine perfume. The dim lighting revealed a large bed with satin sheets, dark-colored walls, and thick curtains, evoking a refined and sensual atmosphere. In the center of the room was a large chaise longue, with straps on all four corners. Giacomo Ferreri, dressed only in a black silk undershirt, waited in anticipation, blindfolded, his hands clasped behind him. He could feel his heart beating hard against his chest, each beat resonating with his desire to be dominated, to submit completely to Julien Welmann.