In a sleek, dimly lit room, Roxanne Rae sits on her throne, her eyes gleaming with power. Her slave, naked and vulnerable, kneels before her. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "You are mine now," she whispers, "You will do everything I say." She grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Do you understand, slave?" He nods, his eyes wide with fear and excitement. She smiles, a cruel, beautiful smile. "Good. Now, let's begin your training." She stands, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and he follows, his eyes never leaving her.