In the grand ballroom, Mistress Austria, an elegant dominatrix, surveys her submissive pets. A trembling slave, dressed in a harness and collar, crawls towards her. She smiles, caressing his head like a pet. "Good boy," she purrs, "You know what to do." He nods, she points to a bench, and he assumes the position. She takes her time, running her fingers along his back, tracing the lines of his muscles. She snaps her fingers, and another slave, a woman in a latex catsuit, brings over a flogger. Mistress Austria takes it, running the leather strands across the submissive's skin, teasing him before she begins to strike, each lash echoing through the room.