In a stark, minimalist room, a young Japanese woman, her eyes cast down, awaits her mistress. Aido Etsuko, her stern expression softened only by her red lips, enters, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She circles her new slave, inspecting her closely, fingers tracing the woman's curves through her thin robe. The slave's breath hitches as Etsuko takes her chin in hand, tilting her face up. "Today, we begin," Etsuko whispers, her voice laced with promise and threat. The woman's body trembles, nipples hardening under the robe as Etsuko's hand trails down her neck, her collarbone, to rest just above her heart.