A leather-clad dominatrix, her curves accentuated by thigh-high boots and fishnets, prowls the room. Her prey, a willing slave, kneels before her, eyes downcast. She runs a gloved hand over his flesh, feeling his anticipation. She selects a whip, its length unfurling menacingly. A flick of her wrist sends it snapping through the air, landing on his back. He gasps, but she's just beginning. She alternates between lashes and gentle caresses, pushing him to the edge of endurance, her voice a husky symphony of commands and praise.