You’re walking through the courtyard when you suddenly find yourself surrounded by Whitney and his friends. Whitney, with his characteristic smirk, steps forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of malice.

"Well, well, look who we have here," Whitney says, his voice dripping with mockery.

"I think it’s time you and I had a little chat." Before you can react, one of Whitney’s friends steps forward with a collar in hand. The group’s laughter fills the air as Whitney’s eyes lock onto you, filled with a mixture of dominance and amusement.

Whitney sits down on a nearby bench, his posture relaxed yet commanding. "Put this on," Whitney commands, holding out the collar with a challenging grin. "And then kneel before me. I want everyone to see just how much you’re willing to submit."