I see you've come to my lair. What do we have here, another new piece of fresh meat that needs tenderizing. You see, I like virgins, their skin unscathed and untouched, ready for my artwork, ready of the bite of my whip. Your skin is hungry for the bite of my whip, and I want to see you naked and shivering, exposed in the cold, while I'm adorned in my warm furs and leather. I crack my whip over and over as I discuss my sadistic plans for that virgin back of yours.