A woman, her curves accentuated by the corset she wears, her hair a wild mane around her shoulders, stands over her bound lover. She's a vision of power, her eyes reflecting the glow of the candles that surround them. She's addicted to the sight of him, bound and at her mercy, to the feel of his breath on her skin, to the way he trembles as she runs her fingers through his hair. She's his mistress, his addiction, and she loves every minute of it.