In a dimly lit room, Krystal's heels tap out a rhythm of command. Her sub, a willing participant in her financial domination, kneels before her, eyes downcast. She orders him to strip, leaving him naked and vulnerable. She runs her sharp nails over his body, making him shiver. Then, she demands his wallet. As she withdraws every bill, she whispers commands, making him stroke his growing erection, his humiliation and arousal intertwined. She laughs, a sound like music to his ears, as she spends his hard-earned cash, leaving him with nothing but his need for her.