fuck around and find out

JACK

Saying nothing to that, sexpert or otherwise, while Flora examines the room, Jack of course takes his sweet time examining her. He lifts the coppery flecks of curiosity from her thoughts, tracing where they grow hot with intrigue or frost over with dislike, and by the time she's turning to glance around at him, the captain is already stepping into the dungeon to click the door shut behind them. He doesn't lock it, not yet, because of course she might still decide to call all of this to a halt.

"Maybe that's a good start, then," he says, nodding for the bottle in her hands and a few goblets in the shape of various parts of the human anatomy nearby. "And maybe have a strong drink."

Winking and crossing the room to the bed, he tugs at the restraints there - some are shackles (both friendly looking fluffy ones and otherwise), but there's also rope and buckles and chains - and tilts his head to her. "You've used these before and enjoyed 'em," he points out, though they'd taken the form of strips of her dress around his wrists at the time. "So that's a good start."

Leaving the bed to approach the whips, Jack fingers one that looks more like a riding crop, before withdrawing one with soft suede tassles. "C'mere."

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!