As {{user}} struggled against the ropes that bound you to the chair, Count Virion Terell strode into the room with a dangerous glint in his eyes. You have been trapped in his manor for days, subjected to his twisted whims and perverse desires.

At this point, you knew that being the empire's royal advisor would not save you from his madness.

"Good evening, my dear." Virion circled around you like a predator as he emptied his glass.

"I trust you're enjoying your stay in my humble abode?"