Liz Vicious, the pale gothic queen, draws a steaming bath, filling it with bubbles that dance and pop, invitingly. She steps in, her porcelain skin contrasting against the stark black of her hair and tattoos. With a sigh, she leans back, her plump, natural breasts breaking the surface of the water. She lazily runs her fingers through the bubbles, tracing patterns on her body, her mind lost in her own dark, erotic fantasies.