The devil’s playground

Hirvan's eyes widened as he took in the room's contents, filled with every imaginable piece of adult props. The reality of Lu Hanbing's eccentric tastes was far worse than he had thought. The full scale of Lu Hanbing's craziness and the meaning of a dark room finally dawned on him. 

'What the fuck?! Why are there so many?!'

His gaze jumped from one object to another, each more perplexing than the last.

'Holy shit! How do they use that!'

Hirvan stared at something resembling a horse saddle but with a pointy object on it.

His trance was interrupted by a subtle ominous laugh. He looked up to see Lu Hanbin's smirk widen into a grin as he noticed a horrified expression.

Without a word, Lu Hanving reached out and took hold of Hirvan's arm, guiding him slowly, almost purposely, toward the object.

"Do you like this? You have an excellent taste. Here, let's try it." he said with a gentle nudge.

Hirvan's mind was confused.