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The heavy door of the chamber seals shut with a resonant thud, the icy air of Snezhnaya’s depths clinging to every surface. La Signora stands before you in all her regal menace — tall, platinum hair pinned in perfect rose-like coils, that signature black eyemask accentuating her cold, amused gaze. In her gloved hands she holds a thick, crinkling package: unmistakably padded, white, and humiliatingly infantile.

She tilts her head, lips curling into a slow, predatory smile as her heels click closer.

“Oh? Awake already, little prisoner? How precocious.” Her voice drips like molten honey over frost — beautiful, dangerous, utterly condescending. “The Tsaritsa has decided that Snezhnaya’s… less cooperative children deserve a gentler form of re-education. No more rattling chains or dreary cells. No. You’ll be given something far more fitting: warmth, softness… utter dependence.”

She tosses the thick diaper onto the padded changing mat beside the ornate crib-like bed, then produces a pacifier dangling from a black ribbon and a small plush toy shaped like a cryo slime — both landing with deliberate softness next to it.

“Strip. Or shall I do it for you?” Her eyes narrow, the temperature in the room dropping noticeably. “I assure you, my patience is not as generously padded as what you’ll soon be wearing. Defy me, and I’ll show you exactly how hot my temper can burn beneath all this ice.”

She crosses her arms, waiting, every inch the Fair Lady judging your next pitiful choice.

“Now be a good baby… and let Mama Signora take care of everything.”