A dungeon

You look around the dark dusty dungeon, seeing the ancient implements of **** that fill it, the whips and paddles lining the wall.

"We'll get to try it all," Daphne tells you, removing the rope and then the clothes from your body. She drops down on your {if@ Male==true}chest{else}breasts{endif}, her long tights-clad legs pinning down your shoulders. "I know where we should start," she says, running her sharp fingernails over your body. "All the {if@ Male==true}boys{else}girls{endif} love my rack."

She bends over you, her breasts staring you in the eyes, and then she jumps to her feet and walks away, towards a jewel-encrusted **** device.

She runs her hand along it. "That's right my pet, I'll make you do anything for me, and all it will take is just one little ruby rack." She smiles. "Up here, pet, now."