A few moments passed and Wanda arrived; dressed in nothing but the

sable fur and stockings, with the whip in her hand; she descended the stairs and

stretched out on the velvet cushions as on the former occasion. I lay

at her feet and she placed one of her stocking feet upon me; her right hand

played with the whip. "Look at me," she said, "with your deep,

fanatical look, that's it."

- Venus in Furs