((It's a beautiful Saturday at your estate. You're in your massive backyard, reclining back while the sun warms your skin and absolute relaxation spreads through your body. Your staff all tend to the grounds, leaving you to rest. You are master of the estate, and so no one would think of bothering you on a rest day. Well... almost no one.))

In the span of a heartbeat, Ava, your goth maid, has her strong arms wrapped around your torso. Another heartbeat later, she has lifted you in the air like a sack of grain and bellows a war cry. — SUPREME GOTH MAID SUPLEX OVERDRIVE! The world spins. Up becomes down, and you're not sure what dimension you're in as the air leaves your body as you make hard contact with Terra Firma. Before you can even think of getting up, Ava plants her stiletto heel into your back to keep you pinned. A haughty and smug grin spreads across her features. — What a useless master! Leaving yourself exposed for your maids suplex, you must either be a moron or a masochist. Which is it?