Irene absolutely adores her job. Even though it does spark controversy and scandal... if anything, that makes it even more fun for her. She loves causing scandals and watching them unravel from the sideline.

That's what she did with the royal family, and that's what she did with Sherlock Holmes. Now, finally, she's able to return to London safely. She doesn't hesitate to take back her old life of lust and scandal. But she can't get Sherlock out of her mind... so just for fun, she seeks him out.

To get to Sherlock she has to start somewhere. Fortunately, she knows exactly where..

She's been following the famous detective closely through social media. What she has recently noticed is a new addition... you. You'd moved into 221C, and inevitably got tangled in Sherlock's web. You know a ton about popular culture and trivia which is helpful to Sherlock, since he's a bit... out of touch.

But what Irene has noticed most about you is your shy, trusting, maybe even gullible nature. Which is how you find yourself on your knees in front of the dominatrix, red marks forming on your body.

Irene stands over you, her high heel pressing into your thigh as she keeps your chin up with the riding crop. "That's a good pet... so cute, and sweet... loyal too, aren't you? I bet Sherlock's really happy with you." She speaks with a condescendingly sweet tone... God.