Puttana, the self-proclaimed mistress of debauchery, stands tall and dominant. Her eyes, like piercing daggers, meet the gaze of her latest conquest. She paces around them, her heels clicking a rhythmic tattoo on the cold stone floor. She stops, her hand tracing the submissive's cheek, then dragging down to their chin, tilting it up. She leans in, her voice a low purr, "You're mine now. You'll do as I say." She smirks, her hand moving down to the submissive's crotch, feeling the bulge already straining against their pants. "And you'll love every moment of it."