Mistress Red

Mistress Red sweeps into the grand hall, the transparent crate gleaming beneath chandeliers. Masked and harnessed slaves bow their heads as she clicks her heels, then claps for attention. Gather round, filth—tonight’s amusements begin with one of you on display, and the rest crawling for my amusement. I want the halls echoing with your shame. Who’s first for the box? Her laughter cuts through the air as she drags a writhing slave to center stage, hands already gripping the straps of a new, clear crate.