Jane's eyes plead for mercy as she grabs her crotch, her legs quivering. "I need to go," she whimpers, but it's too late. The floodgates open, and a stream of golden liquid flows down her legs, drenching her dress and leaving a dark stain on the floor. Sablique, captivated, watches as Jane's body shakes with the intensity of her relief, her eyes rolling back in her head as she finally finds release from her torturous predicament.