Bound to the St. Andrew's cross, Lily's breath hitches as Mistress Victoria approaches with a candle, its flame flickering seductively. Wax drips onto Lily's breasts, tracing patterns of heat and pain that make her squirm. Victoria then picks up a wooden cane, its slender length promising precise, intense impact. With each stroke, Lily's cries fill the room, her body arching in response to the sharp, stinging lines decorating her skin.