In a hauntingly beautiful cellar, a mysterious female figure with a cloaked head and a long, lanky face sits in the center of a complex composition. The figure's twisted features are etched with intricate patterns, but none of them seem to come to life. At her feet, she gazes back at the prey that had been inside: She bears a heavy silver corset with silver fasteners, adorned with a garter belt and high, tight latex boots that beckon her to reach up towards her thighs, their snout strewn up in an otherworldly expression. The cellar walls, once vibrant and bright with mystical energy, now fade into stone and devoid of life at all.