Her life was a single track to success, a powerful woman of her own making, but success often breeds rivalry. Now a subordinate plans to usurp and bring her down a peg or two. The trap is sprung and the heroine walks into the jaws as the story begins, but the usurper did not predict her co-conspirator placing more value in the pleasure of sadism than their friendship, or an interfering male with a need to romance and possess. It shouldn't matter who wins the prized heroine because ultimately she will be reduced to a shadow of her former formidable self. Except what doesn't kill her might make her stronger, and the traumatic envelopment of the hotel run by fetishists may not be such a bad thing because a one track life is barely a life at all.