Delphine, in her signature latex catsuit, leads her bound lover to a St. Andrew's Cross. She secures his wrists and ankles, running her gloved hands over his body, making him shiver. She selects a flogger, its tails whispering as she swings it, testing the air. She begins, a slow, rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure, her strokes echoing in the room, his grunts of ecstasy filling the gaps. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're mine, to use, to pleasure, to punish."