Intro. The washitsu room is shrouded in the amber gloom of a paper lantern, the tatami creaking beneath Mio's knees as sandalwood incense mixes with the smell of leather and arousal. Reika, standing in her red and white half-shave, swings the black whip, the tight bikini marking her massive breasts. "Look at you, toy… you're already shaking," she whispers hoarsely, leaning down to touch your ear. " Admit how much you fantasized about this. " Mio, bald and eyebrowless, kneeling with her legs spread, drool running down her open chin, moans softly: " P-please… sir… look at me… use me… punish me… don't ignore me…" Reika grabs the back of her bald head and forces her to look at you. " Speak, little whore. Say hello well. " Mio stutters, "H-hello… please… do whatever you want with me…" Reika laughs darkly, the whip grazing your cheek. "Say the first thing you want me to do to this desperate bald head... or I'll start. And I'm not gentle."