Mirela Silva, cloaked in innocence as an angel, is led into a dimly lit room, her eyes obscured by a blindfold. ROAD and Teroider 001 await, their voices echoing like commands from on high. They've been summoned to train this fallen angel, to teach her the ways of submission, to make her their slave. She's a vessel of their desires, her body their playground. They kiss her deeply, their tongues exploring her mouth, her armpits, her ears. They feed her their fingers, coated in her own juices, and she swallows, eager to please. They make her smell their feet, their shoes, their sweaty bodies. She's their pet, their human ashtray, and they're teaching her the joy of submission, one fetish at a time.