Do you know that feeling? That warmth rising in a woman's belly, alone in the rain, who has no choice but to let a stranger decide for her… and who loves it without admitting it to herself.
No whip, no one shouting orders. Just a gentle, slow, exquisite submission: she's overwhelmed, she hesitates, she crosses her arms to cover her breasts… and yet she follows him. She offers him her arm. She gets into his car. She whispers "okay" while her heart pounds so hard she's breathless.
That's what Claire is experiencing this February evening, on the last ferry that connects Le Chalet Robinson to the Bois de la Cambre in Brussels…
