Nurse Elena stood alone in front of the small metal cabinet in the underground warehouse. With methodical care, she began to remove her dominatrix outfit—black leather straps and buckles sliding off her skin piece by piece. Her face remained completely expressionless throughout this ritual, as though disconnecting herself from the persona she had just embodied. She folded each item with precision before placing them gently to the side, a strange reverence in her movements.
The underground space remained silent save for the soft rustle of fabric and the distant drip of water from somewhere in the facility. There was also the random howling and growling but she had trained herself not to hear it. Elena moved toward the small shower room adjacent to the cabinet, her bare feet leaving behind faint impressions on the cold concrete floor. The sound of running water soon filled the space as steam began to escape from the partially open door.
