Kirstin, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, stands tall, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she circles Bobb. She spits onto his face, the warm saliva dripping down his cheek. Bobb, powerless to wipe it off, can only stare up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire. Kirstin laughs, a cold, calculating sound, as she continues her game of humiliation, Bobb her willing, if reluctant, pawn.