Blue.

As your eyes adjust you realize her gossamer gown is a cool, subdued blue color. She regards you with a piercing gaze, icy blue eyes looking you up and down. Wavy, platinum-blonde hair frames a delicate, pale face, whose mouth ever so slightly opens, and ever so slightly smiles.

"I see you're awake," she says in a light voice that feels like a crystalline song in your head. "Good. We can begin our night together." Her head tips to the side a bit, and you see her wet tongue dart out to lick her light-pink lips.

"Where... where am I?" you ask groggily. "Who are you?"

"I doesn't matter where we are," she answers as she steps toward you, yet to the side. "As for who I am," she says as she leans closer, her cool breath sending a shiver down your neck, "I am the Cerulean Queen... But you can call me mistress..." You notice her breath smells of peppermint.

She steps back, studying you with the hint of a curious expression. "I wouldn't bother calling for help again, if I were you. You're mine, at least for the night."

You frown, confused. "Only tonight?"

"Yes... If you aren't troublesome, then you'll be back home before the sun comes up. Understand?"

You give a **** nod. "I understand."

"Good..." she breathes. "Then let us do the most to enjoy this night." With that, she comes close again, bringing slender hands up to the sides of your head, their touch chilling you. Her pale blue eyes turn toward your mouth as she presses her lips to yours. Her tongue dances with your own, and you inhale deeply in her embrace. Her peppermint taste floods your mouth, and you swallow it, finding the sensation... invigorating.

The Cerulean Queen draws back, the blend of saliva dripping from the tongue that momentarily hangs out of her mouth, before circling her lips and disappearing behind them. Her eyes linger on yours as she turns to a chain hanging on the wall beside you, and grabs hold if it, pulling it out to slide along a rail that spans the ceiling. You find yourself dragged with it, your manacles being the other end of the chain. You have **** but to follow.

You're lead around the corner, to where the rail ends. You now stand on top of a circular drain that sinks into the stone floor, your hands still shackled before you. The Cerulean Queen looks to you with an unreadable expression.

"Would you care to start here?" she asks. "Or would you prefer to start there," she says as she gestures toward an enormous block of ice, shaped into a tall wedge and sitting off to the side of the room.