A Laboratory

You're in a laboratory, filled with lab equipment, alone with Velma, who stands at the center of the room, now wearing a white lab coat over her turtleneck. She's standing next to a scary-looking large device of gleaming chrome and leather with straps and seats and chains and phallic attachments, one of which she's stroking.

"Welcome to your new home, pet," she says, looking at the device.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Jinkies! Isn't it obvious?" she says, a big smile filling her freckled face. "It's my Mystery Machine."