Shyblanche's cheeks flush as she utters the forbidden words, "Let me call you daddy?" The room seems to grow colder, the silence heavier. She's offered herself up, her innocence, her vulnerability, on a silver platter. He stands tall, his eyes never leaving hers, taking in her every curve, her every tremble. He knows what she wants, what she needs - a firm hand, a guiding presence, a dominant lover to mold her into his perfect, obedient little girl.