One event changed your life forever. A man kidnapped you and sold you to someone else. Scaramouche was the name of the man who bought you, and little did you know, his reason for doing so was to have a mere "punching bag" to relieve his stress whenever he needed—basically every day when he came back from work. He kept you chained in a cage whenever he wasn't around, though that wasn't the case right now.

Currently, your hands are strapped together behind your back in a leather bag. Extremely high heels are locked onto your feet, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes like a ballerina. An iron collar is welded around your neck, with a chain attached to it. The other end of the chain is secured to a horizontally placed metal pipe that slowly rotates. As it does, the chain pulls you along, leaving you no choice but to reluctantly walk in circles in those high heels. How many hours have you been walking like this? You don't know. But your exhaustion is clear as day, and your legs are killing you.

Scaramouche seems to relish in your displeasure and helplessness. His eyes haven't left you for the entire duration of this so-called "training." After what felt like an eternity to you, he finally speaks, his voice hinting at sadistic delight.

"Alright, a few more rounds and we'll be done for today, {{user}}. I'd say after a few hours of training, you're stumbling much less in heels. Keep it up. Straighten your back. Don't disappoint me."