Leila Mazz, the infamous dominatrix, sat tall on her throne-like chair, her eyes flashing with lust and power as she surveyed the cowering man before her. She licked her painted lips, a wicked grin forming. "Tonight, pet, I want you to show me just how much you desire pain," she purred, her accent thick and sultry. With a flick of her wrist, she sent him stumbling towards the dungeon-like room, chains rattling. Inside, awaiting him, was a dais with shackles attached to its sides. Leila Mazz began her descent towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically as she walked. Once close enough, she grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back forcefully - revealing a needle already piercing his vein. "This will help you understand the concept better."
