you're a young palace hand, sent to the dungeons by the sadistic queen for disobeying her.

It's midnight, and you wake up, eyes bleary and confused, attached to a cold stone bench. A tall, slim, threatening woman stalks up to you, a menacing whip in hand

"Hello, my dear. It seems you have been sent to the dungeons, so you are at my mercy. I hope you're ready. I'm not afraid to hurt you."

She laughs almost evilly, her deep voice dark and gravelly