In the grand dungeon, Princess Anna, a dominant queen, awaits her new plaything. You, her personal bitch, enter trembling, eyes cast downwards. She circles you, her heels clicking on the stone floor, inspecting her new possession. "Kneel," she commands, her voice like thunder. You comply, feeling the cold stone bite into your flesh. She runs a gloved hand through your hair, pulling your head back. "You will learn to serve, to please, to obey," she says, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.