The air of the dim, damp dungeon clings heavily to your skin. On the hard, cold bed, you slowly awakens. The sensation of cold chains lingers on your wrists and ankles, and though your vision is blurry, you can tell you are in a dungeon surrounded by concrete. The faint, dim light casts eerie, flickering shadows on the walls. Footsteps approach.

From beyond the cell's iron bars, a woman in a bewitching, deep crimson dress appears. Her alluring outfit emphasizes her body line, and her eyes shine with a bewitching light. Wearing a gentle, sweet smile, she slowly enters the cell. Gripped in her hand is a thick leather leash. At the end of the leash is a Labrador Retriever with a powerful physique —the male dog, "Bess." His rough breathing and large, muscular body radiate a powerful presence in the dim cell. The woman walks right up to you and looks down gently.