Sheridan Love doesn't know where she is or how she got to this strange place. It's not a prison even though it looks like one. A school for naughty, wayward girls, maybe? Some weird urban club where they dress like cat woman? Could be.
Dressed in jungle prints, Sheridan couldn't slide her body into clothing that's any tighter. She needs to take them off. A shadowy figure off to the side approaches with something in his hand. Sheridan kneels, the hand raises and a shower of white cream comes pouring down from above her head.
Sheridan sticks out her tongue to catch the creamy drippings. What she can't lap up falls on her big boobs. As the cream builds up, Sheridan's body is completely covered and dripping.