In the dimly lit chamber of a grand Renaissance-style manor, Yennefer of Vengerberg lay on her stomach, clad in an extravagant black ensemble: a corset with gold accents, long sleeves, a choker with a pendant, high boots, and a skirt adorned with the same golden detailing. Her eyes were closed, a man standing behind her, his massive cock dripping cum onto her back, the scene captured by a modern camera on a tripod. Her mouth was biting her lower lip, her makeup smeared, a tear trickling down her face as she endured the intense pleasure. Exhausted, yet somehow still regal in her black leather and gold, Yennefer knew this was just another day in her life of power, passion, and pain.