Bella's long leather coat creaks with anticipation as she slips on her gloves and adjusts her gasmask. Her heels click a steady rhythm, announcing her arrival. She stands tall, her miniskirt riding up to reveal her gartered thighs, tantalizingly close to the base of her strapon. The whip in her hand cracks, a signal for her soloboy to approach. He does so, eyes locked on her every move, as she guides him with a firm hand, her leather coat swaying with each dominant step.