In the scene Kate had been called 'Beauty' for so long she didn’t think anyone knew her real name. She rarely remembered it herself—since she had become a professional Dominatrix after getting laid off the real world seemed so very far away. Sometimes she thought she lived in a fantasy land of leather and chains, and there was nothing else out there. The castle she pulled her car up in front of didn’t seem real either. It wasn't really a castle, but a massive Victorian house with a wrap-around porch festooned in deep red climbing roses, like Sleeping Beauty’s castle. A lovely turret room jutted out from the second floor. When young she dreamed of being a princess in a round room just like that. As she grew up it became obvious she wasn't going to be a princess. She was a queen. Kate got out of the car and walked up to the house with the strong, confident steps of someone who not only got what they wanted, but expect to get it every time.
