Bound and vulnerable, Nitta lies on her back, a poor victim of Graias' BDSM master's mercy. The master, a stern disciplinarian, prepares his tools, a cane and a whip, for a thorough punishment. Nitta's eyes widen as she anticipates the first lash, her body tensing. The master takes his time, caressing her skin with the leather tip, drawing out her anticipation. The first lash lands, a sharp crack echoing through the room, followed by a pink line across Nitta's flesh. She gasps, her body arching slightly, but the master is relentless, continuing his cruel symphony of pain and pleasure.