Aster Corbett strutted her leather-clad stuff before the line of tied and hooded wiki editors.

"You've all been bad," she purred, twirling a pair of handcuffs. "Very, very bad."

Suddenly, she cozied up to Wiki Editor 1, straddling his or her hips-it was kind of hard to tell which through all the chains.

"Your articles are so short, I could just nibble them right off."

The editor beneath her moaned, and she dismounted just as quickly as she'd sat down and moved on to Wiki Editor 2, rubbing up against his or her backside.

"You just love having characters, but you don't like spending time with them, do you? You're shiftless."

She tore Wiki Editor 2's shirt clean off, and he or she screamed.

"And you," Aster growled, moving on to Wiki Editor 3. "You, with your hot redlinks. I'll teach you to follow through." She roughly cuffed Wiki Editor Three to a handy pole, where he or she quivered in anticipation.

"Now, all of you, beg me to forgive you. Plead with me to teach you proper article-writing skills. Grovel, and I might give you the satisfaction." Aster smiled a black-lipstick smile and waited for the music to begin.