You say, "We'll begin."

Holding her arms out and looking up at the ceiling, you say, "My Lady of love."

You say, "Ever your devoted servant.. student, teacher, daughter."

You say, "My Lady of lust."

You say, "Hear me this summer morn, Queen of Cruelty. Continue to guide my hands, my body, my mind daily."

You say, "Allow me to spread your teachings, by word, by deed.. to tortue those who resist, to strengthen those who do not..."

You say, "To show pain is pleasure, pleasure is pain."

You say, "Fill me with inspiration, dreams, and fantasies that will lead to deeper understanding, deeper pain."

You say, "My Lady of pain."

You say, "Remind me daily, through my exhibitions of understanding. Let me remember, with every ring of bells that first kiss of searing pain which brought me into this life."

You say, "My Lady of Torture."

Nepthysia unbuttons her robes and pulls them in such a way that only her back is exposed. She nods to Othero solemnly and takes a deep breath.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani raises his hand, the glimmer of a silver scalpel drawing your eye before it is plunged into your back. He drags the blade slowly along the spine till he reaches just past the tenth vertebrae.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani begins another incision horizontally to create a T upon your back before taking a moment to clean the blood away from flesh.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani carefully begins peeling back the flesh, creating a tall V of exposed muscle, pinning the flesh into place with many small golden hooks. A jingle can be heard from tiny bells each time a hook is place or the flesh twitches.

Mystagogue Othero d'Iasani slides the last hook through your skin and steps back.

Nepthysia glances over her shoulder and looks to Amatsemaru, giving her a nod.

Iconoclast Amatsemaru n'Kylbar, Dulcinea of Pain removes a branding iron from a cauldron of coals, its tip burning red. She props the iron upon her forearm and lines it up with the area above your left shoulder blade. A loud hiss fills the air to accompany the smell of burnt flesh before she removes the iron leaving behind the outline of an amaranth which lies behind a stylized N.

You say, "May the Queen of Cruelty guide you all.."