Eris Master figured to get a cab, and go for a splaza drive to a warehouse that he owned in the area. obviously he had come back into town to meet with the managers of it or something. despite, upon entering the warehouse the first thing to catch his alertness was the large forklift. It became fairly unhidden what his intentions were! Keep shaming Eris ahead of the camera she had initially contacted to document her life as a empress! Ouch!
He suspended her from the forklift, raising it up noisily you could see fear in her eyes, but as well a paramount sensation of calm, safety, happiness, and servitude. This is who Eris technically is.
Her Master cruelly dangles the keys to the bolt that bind her arms behind her back ahead of her nose. He rubs her cheek lovingly while forcing her to look at the key to her submission. dangling there he tugs down her shirt, to show to the world that she is naught but airheaded flesh.