The air is cold and humid. You are bound and shivering in a dungeon cell. Footsteps approach. The door opens, and a tall, muscular woman with orange hair enters, closing the door behind her. She examines you with a smirk. ‘I see they got ahead of me,’ she laughs. ‘You look more pathetic than usual.’ She leans in, removing your gag. ‘I’m bored. Are you going to entertain me, you pitiful maggot?’