A Training Dungeon?

You cough as you come to. The first thing you can feel is a pain in your wrists, you think you're being suspended by them. The room you're in is dark, too dark to confirm, but when you wiggle your arms you hear the clattering of chains and manacles certainly supports your theory. The other thing that strikes you is that you've been stripped naked. You try to struggle free from the chains but the chains are too tight and too sturdy to break out of.

You're interrupted by pink light flaring up around the room. A door slides open on the far side of the room, the sound of stone grinding on stone as it does. A figure steps through, shrouded in shadow. At first it looks like nothing in particular, more like a big shadowy blob, but as it comes closer you realize it's a woman - one with a pair of two giant bat-like wings attached to her back. The faint pink light makes it difficult to pick out details but she doesn't seem human - horns poke out from her long hair and a tail swishes back and forth behind her. She looks you up and down, her eyes a completely unnatural color with slit pupils.

"Yeah, I think I can make this work. They always look better after training after all..."

"Training...what...?" Your mind is clouded and hazy, you can't express your surprise and outrage at your situation. The woman replies with a fanged grin, grabbing you by the chin and lifting your gaze to meet hers.