Giselle finds himself strapped to a wooden pallet on the cold unforgiving floor of the dungeon with candles lit and dangling over her exposed and nude body. Mistress Irony circles her like a sex crazed animal ready to pounce under the unrelenting hot wax rain bath in a minute as Giselle writhes and squirms. Her mistress pleases or will she turn into the next charm in Ironys House of Wax.