Bound by Graias' rules, the blonde teen stands, her arms raised, wrists secured in leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling. Her body is a canvas of vulnerability, her skin prickling with anticipation. Graias, the master of the Lomp, circles her like a shark, his eyes devouring her every curve. He reaches out, his gloved hand grasping her chin, tilting her head back. His other hand trails down her body, pausing at her heaving breasts, before giving a firm, dominating squeeze. The teen moans, her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening under his expert manipulation.