A stern mistress, known only as Princess, lords over her pathetic, trembling paypig. She's dressed in black leather, her heels clicking menacingly as she paces, her voice dripping with disdain. "You'll pay for my pleasure," she sneers, "and you'll like it." She demands money, lots of it, threatening to expose his sordid secrets to his unsuspecting wife if he dares to refuse. He whimpers, begging, but she only laughs, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. This is her game, her power, and she's going to make him pay, in more ways than one.