From below one would notice nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, those outdoor patrons of the restaurant not occupied by the dancing couple before them are engaged in their own conversations. The woman twirls suddenly, generating a welcomed breeze in the hot summer night and a more welcomed view of her charms. Alone, I remain oblivious to the crowd and at my table. Instead, my focus is several stories above me.

As still as the stars overlooking them, the gargoyles that line the top of the building remain motionless with one exception. The middle one which overlooks the restaurant appears to move slightly from time to time. In fact, it is not the statue that moves but you. Your arms and legs are pulled severely behind you, wrapping along the stone surface in a reverse hug and secured to the wings of your companion. Another rope circles over the body of the beast and your waist keeping both of you together. The last rope runs through your teeth forcing you to stare straight ahead and slightly down, the back of your head resting against the protruding jaw where the water exits.

But the only moisture present is the sweat coating every inch of your sculpted body as you struggle in your bondage. Despite the various carvings grazing your milky skin, you shift again, trying to bring your wide sprayed legs together. For good reason.
Pondering over the dessert options at the end of my five course meal, I reach for my phone to seek your opinion. Slowly, I tilt my sight higher as I dial the number. Other couples have joined in the dancing and the tapping of their feet grew as the music reaches a crescendo.

However, all you can hear is the ring tone of your phone as it vibrates within you, giving in to gravity as you give in to pleasure, your moans reaching fortissimo.

At least I didn't pick a raining night.