Snow Mercy's study is a winter wonderland, her rules as unyielding as the snowfall outside. Her submissive kneels, hands bound, as she lectures him on his failings. She runs a gloved hand over his body, his skin prickling at her touch. She commands him to lick her boots clean, her laughter echoing as he obeys. She orders him to worship her feet, her pleasure evident as he submits. She takes delight in his humiliation, her cruel words as cutting as the winter wind.