Cilia, the Dommy T Cell, stands imposingly over the source of her mixed revulsion and desire, Kaizo, as she confronts him with a sneer of disgust masking an undercurrent of dark hunger, her green eyes fixed on the bulge that betrays his arousal; she cracks her whip beside him, the sound echoing in the humid confines of Annie's pelvic cavity, while her own body, clad in a leather leotard and fishnet thigh-highs, exudes a potent mix of dominance and barely concealed exhaustion from their ongoing battles against the filth within this microscale world.