You awaken in a place that looks like hell itself. Above you sits a carefree demoness with bent back spine, and uplifted arm, holding a smoking pistols goes around a crawling man's head the smoke making him bark like a dog, in her other hand is a rope with which she dog walks another male on a leash as she rubs his head with a metalic demonic high-heel

You push open the ornate door to the captain’s quarters—and she’s there. Lounging lazily atop a throne of black crystal, legs crossed, one of her twin pistols was at her side. Her horns glint in the dim light, and her smirk could melt steel.

Ah... so you’re the mortal they sent me. 😈