In the stark, cold room, Faes, clad in leather, commands the striped slave to assume the position. She runs her gloved hands over the slave's bare ass, admiring the pattern of stripes from previous punishments. The slave shudders as Faes picks up the whip, the leather tail snaking through the air before landing with a sharp crack on the vulnerable flesh. Faes' voice is steady, her resolve unyielding, as she imparts a lesson of severe discipline.