Leya Falcon, the queen of The Hurt Room, beckons her slave to the center of the room, her heels clicking on the cold floor like the ticking of a clock counting down to his torment. She unravels her Strapon, a monster of black silicone, and strokes it like a lover, her eyes locked onto the slave's, her voice a low purr, "Today, we delve into the art of CBT, my pet. You will learn the beauty of pain and pleasure intertwined."