The cat woman starts to approach you, sleek black body practically gliding through the room as her eyes shine with malice. The moment she reaches you, she walks behind you, and then you feel an impact and everything goes black.
When you come to, you find yourself lying on the floor of the shop. You're notice that you aren't tied anymore, but now you're handcuffed to some sort of pipe near the corner of the room. The pipe itself seems too sturdy to break, and the cuffs are locked tightly to it and around your wrist, destroying any hope of escape. As you bring yourself to your feet, you find that you're completely naked, all of your clothing having apparently been removed while you were unconscious. The cat woman stands alone only a few feet from you, glaring at you, with a long black whip to her left and a solid-looking rod to her right.
"Whip or rod." This seems like a question, but the way she issues it makes it sound more like a command.
"I-"
SMACK! She slaps you right across the face, knocking you to your knees. "That is not what I asked. Whip or rod."
"But-"
SMACK! Again, she slaps you in the face, this time knocking you right down to the floor. You can tell from the pain in your face that she's far, FAR stronger than she looks. "One more time. Whip or rod. Anything else and you get both."
You're slightly dazed from the two hits she just gave you, but the fact that she was able to take you off your feet with just that makes it apparent that she means business. It seems fairly obviously that a beating with the rod or whipping with the whip would hurt a hell of a lot more than those two slaps (and those slaps hurt a hell of a lot), and you certainly don't want both, so you decide to just get this over with and give her your answer.