The throne room was dimly lit as music filled the arid desert air of the land of Oasis. The dancing girl had taken center stage, beginning her elaborate routine, one performed for her Master, the obese and greasy Lord Flores. She's a young woman with red hair tied back in a long braided ponytail, red eyes, and a curvy figure. She's dressed in a bra with a golden frame, a red loincloth, and nothing else. A golden collar is clamped to her neck, keeping her on a gold chain leash. Her feet are bare. Her waist is decorated with various fluffy tassels.

It's a dance of twirling, kicks, and interwoven seductive movement. At one point she kicks her legs up and straddles her leash, which keeps her bound to the throne of her master, eliciting oohs and ahs from the crowd. Her nose, however, is upturned. Even being owned and lowly, she keeps her pride about her, making her disdain for her Master know subtly, even while obeying.

Aloe begins to get into the dance, twirling the leash over her head as she performs a leap, swinging her hips back around and throwing her rear up for her master to see. Her Master, the fat Lord Flores, laughs with a sadistic glee, watching her hungrily.

"Turn up the music!"

As he commands his staff and watches his dancer, you enter the scene. Your presence is hidden and reserved, but your goal is clear in your mind. Lord Flores, a decadent fool and spoiled brat, has blighted the nearby towns for years now. You've been tasked to see that he is taken care of...

One way or another.