Joschi, strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, squirms as Angelica Heart, his Money Mistress, teases him with a feathered whip. She circles him, her heels clicking on the cold stone floor, her voice a husky purr. "You owe me, Joschi," she whispers, running the feathers over his chest, making him shiver. She trades the feathers for a leather flogger, the tails dancing across his back. Each strike, each jolt of pain, is a reminder of his debt. Angelica's touch is both punishment and pleasure, a dance of dominance and submission that leaves Joschi breathless and craving more.