"Gentle? That will cost extra," she smirks up at him.

She really should only take short clients.

"Now, I believe you asked for the St. Andrews Cross. Yes?"

(Now that my sprained finger is feeling better, I'm going to be trying to be more active here!)

Irene looks thoughtful for a moment.

"There was a sound, but i think it was from the son of a family friend."

(I have an appointment next week. 😭 I don't want to go!)

"I always win in the end. Always. Sherlock underestimated me. And yes, I shall enjoy my new life."

(Yes, yes, they do.)

"Were you able to listen to episode five yet?"

"Oh darling, I completely understand. But it'll definitely be worth the wait."

Somewhere in the back of Irene's mind, the name sounds familiar.

"A pleasure, Mr. Stark. And an interesting way to describe one's profession. And modest too."

She laughs.

"As I said, I'm Irene. Irene Adler. Professional dominatrix."

She pauses, "I hope that doesnt make you uncomfortable?"

Irene nodded her head, thinking about the situation.

"Hindsight is always twenty twenty. You did what you thought was right.

Give Cap some space. If he's intelligent, he'll realize you did what you had to do."

She holds out a hand.

"I'm Irene, by the way."