Visiting the (in)famous House of Sinn this summer, I was introduced to a boy toy. I tend to feel inspired by toy boys, inspired to do bad things that is. I always like to assess the merchandise. Look at their body, inspection etc. Test reactions. Test skills. Explain my rules and welcome the poor victim to my domain--a world of incredibly sexy and unpredictable feminine dominance. As they melt and scupper into my facial beauty, I drink in their innocence.. or their depravity. Are you fit to serve? Are you going to make me smile? Do I have any use for you? How far are you willing to go?