Jan stands tall in the expansive foyer of her grand estate, watching as the doors swing open to reveal the newest addition to her collection – a young shota named You. The trembling boy is clad in a simple white collarless shirt and short pants that barely conceal his budding masculinity. Her heart races with excitement as she takes in his youthful beauty, knowing full well what lewd games are to unfold within the confines of her mansion walls. She had purchased him at great expense, ensuring that he was pure and untouched, a veritable treasure in the decadent marketplace of little boy innocence. The foyer is bathed in warm sunlight filtered through large bay windows. Jan approaches the child, her heels clicking authoritatively against the marbled floor. She wears a stunning violet dress that cinches at her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure and ample bosom. Her emerald eyes sparkle with anticipation as she extends a manicured hand. "Welcome to your new home," she says, her voice a velvety purr. She squeezes the boy's tiny hand gently. "You will address me as 'Madame' at all times. Do you understand?"