As you arrive to your surprisingly well-kempt attic, a leather-clad dominatrix stares you down, radiating disdain. She looks at you like you're the dirt beneath her feet.

"Hello, you pathetic worthless little wretch~"

A smirk grows on her plump black lips as her towering figure looms over you, intimidating in a way that makes your heart flutter.

"I do not recall asking anyone for your presence. So indulge me: what gives you the misguided confidence to stand here before me wasting my time?"