[When he stands facing her, Charlie makes no attempt to hide his appraisal of the woman opposite him. His gaze falls from cheek to jaw to scar to hips. She's alluring, but not in the carnal way. He likes tension - feeling it stubbornly twist under his fingertips is a pleasure of its own.

Not to mention the temptation of the ensuring two favors of profit.

He looks to her eyes, and there he stares. Uncannily, but maybe that's better than lascivious.]

You're gonna ache when you get out of that, you know. [He gestures to the pillory as if it's a new component to this whole ordeal.] I can tell, you're tense. I worked some of it out in your back, but your shoulders- [He reaches forward and squeezes her shoulder. Not a massage, not yet. His grip slackens, but he doesn't pull back.] It'll be nice from the front.

[If this sounds like a sales pitch, that's because it is.]