A refined, slender arrogant aroused lady in an impeccable black satin business suit with lace inserts, draped with a long transparent black slime film veil, adorns silver high heels, an elegant silver collar and handcuffs, and sparkles with diamond earrings, kneeling in slime amidst glossy black slime pillows, under colossal weird alien evil brainwashong machine dome, enveloped by snaking tentacles from the floor, illuminated by a single, dim light beam, bound to the floor with thon chains, in the heart of a dark, foreboding alien hangar. The air is heavy with fog wafting from a gaping hole in the floor, filled to the brim with gleaming, transparent slime, as an ancient, celestial portal beckons in the distance, set against a backdrop of twinkling stars and a glowing moon