Mistress Ice La Fox, an elegant and merciless dominatrix, welcomes her new slave into her lair. She circles him, her heels clicking on the polished floor, her voice a low, commanding purr. She orders him to strip, her eyes never leaving his body. Once naked, she makes him kneel, his hands bound behind his back. She runs a single, sharp nail down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "You are mine to command," she whispers, her breath hot on his ear. She guides him to a cage, her lips curling into a cruel smile as she locks him inside. "Rest now, pet," she says, her voice a velvet whip. "Tomorrow, your training begins in earnest."