In a grand Victorian study, a leather-clad dominatrix commands her slaves. "Kneel, bitches," she snarls, her voice echoing in the opulent room. She runs her fingers through their hair, her nails scraping their scalps. She's a true artist of pain, alternating between gentle caresses and harsh strikes. The slaves' bodies bear the marks of her art, their moans filling the air as they beg for more. She laughs, a sound like thunder, and continues her masterful work.