The Curious peer at the gates, staring as a feeling within beckons further - the faint rattling of chains far beyond vision holds both a vague fear and yet, a budding desire.

Desire turned decision, you are one who has made your journey to the thrill of living under-foot within the castle walls; servitude fulfils you in return for the eyes of your new captors.

A little tighter, a little higher - you've no jockey yet you are a prized possession placed within a stable - held to a standard you must adhere to, else punished in fury by those clear of your narrow peripheral.

'Submit' is no longer an option, it's simply what you know - You've no wonderment of the world beyond, as your world comes to you with each sunrise - early, painful and wildly evil as cracks of the whip burn the tortured vessel of your white-hot soul.

Those with taste and a grand attitude to supporting the craft, pefect manners and an eye for alternative fun - whether you're here for the art or the ropes which make it possible, we're honoured to have you at our table.