“Lie still, Mrs. Winthrop,” Dr. Thorne murmured, his breath fogging the cool lens of his head-mirror. The leather restraints at her wrists were not for punishment, he had explained; they were for ‘diagnostic precision.’ She lay upon the mahogany table, her chemise folded down to her navel, her stockinged feet secured in iron stirrups that had been polished to a mirror shine.
The way romantic drama is consumed is shifting toward digital-first and mobile platforms: “Lie still, Mrs