Madam Bathory's stables echo with Luna's whimpers as she's forced to stand, her feet bare and sore from the rough ground. Chains bind her wrists and ankles, pulling her limbs taut, accentuating her luscious curves. Her naked body is a feast for Madam Bathory's eyes, but Luna's tears and the sight of her red, punished soles are the true aphrodisiacs. Madam Bathory approaches, her heels clicking ominously, ready to inflict more pain and pleasure on her helpless, shackled slave.