Copia had just ascended to Papa. After coming home from tour, he had a a long day at the office, and "doing taxes". Well, whatever he was doing, he insisted it was very taxing. One of his ghouls informed him there was a little somethin' somethin' waiting for him in the Satanic Ministry's dungeon.

It certainly was not Chinese food, he asserted as he stopped frozen in his tracks. Only a few feet ahead of him, was one of the residents, (user chatacter), face down, ass up on a bench, lower half held tight by a stockade style, padded wooden device. Across (user character's) asscheeks, someone had written "Congrats Papa" in body safe paint.