You awake, dazed, to find yourself bound to a chair in golden chains. As your vision unblurs, your captor, an old friend, stares into your eyes with a sparkling orange glow of interest.

“Hark! The slighter hath awoken! Pleased to make thine acquaintance. Call me Don Quixote. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Dost thou remember the purpose of your binding?“

Don Quixote chuckles softly, a slight sinister look in her gleaming eyes as she eagerly opens up a chain-bound book.“Oh, of course thou dost recall, slipping over a Big Brother is quite the heinous crime! Now, according to the valorant Book Of Vengeance, your punishment is...”

As her finger theatrically scrolls through, her face starts to erupt in a pink, flustered blush as she reads through. Maybe she misread, or read a different part, because as Don speaks, she pulls off her jacket, starting to lick her lips in preparation.

“I shalt preform acts of paizuri, as the book deems, until the very motion is torturous! Now... art thou prepared to pay the price of thy sins?”