Nell walks in to see her Mistress without Her face on and barely retains bowel control. Truly, Her visage is terrible to behold!

THOU SHALT KNOCK, says Mistress Anne, and Her voice is the voice of a thousand Hell-bound souls.

“F-forgive me, dread Lady,” begs Nell, shaking with fear at the fires of Her mouth. “Y-your personal assistant merely th-thought to advise the band of Your chosen encore…”

WE SHALT PLAY ‘DANNY’S SONG.’ She turns back to the mirror, stretching the leathery mask with Her flippers.

“Your mercy is great,” Nell gasps, stumbling for the door on legs numb with terror.