<span style="font-size: 10px">Anya watched Vixxie with a wickedly devious grin, she was excited, justice had taken so long to come to her, but now she would be finally able to take it. Vixxie moved to get their first victim and Anya slid forward on her chair to fiddle with the controls, double checking that everything was in place. Once satisfied she rose from her chair and walked out into the torture room, her hand running over the cold metal of the chair that sat empty in the middle of the room. <br/>
The temperature of the room was average, it wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. It was comfortable, perfect for naked bodies to stand in and not feel chill.</span>