The camera cuts to an overhead shot of a room in a familiar looking dark cellar. This room has a secure looking steel bared door at the top, leading down from which is a rusty old looking escalator, consisting of about twenty steps. It's currently not moving, which is just as well for girl currently lying in a not comfortable looking way across a number of the steps as she would go off the bottom of the escalator, where there's a five foot drop down into a large bowl. The camera zooms in so we can see the bowl that's about eight foot across, and is filled with a light brown chocolate moose, topped with a sprinkling of icing sugar.
The camera cuts to a closer shot as the girl wakes up. She's wearing a pastel orange dress with a skirt that reaches about a third of the way down her thigh, where her legs and feet are bare. Her hair is a vivid blonde, although a little darkening around the roots hints that this isn't her natural hair color. Her face is heavily made up, covered in a layer of foundation with eyebrows plucked into shape, heavily massacred eyelashes and dark red lipstick.

Porcelain: Hello Jasmine. It's playtime.

The camera cuts to a shot of a doorway. Behind which stands Porcelain, looking down at Jasmine with a gleeful grin on her face. It cuts back to Jasmine as she wakes up, looking around in surprise.

Jasmine: What is this? Some sort of joke?
Porcelain: Hmmmm. That depends on your perception of humor? For instance you always seemed to find tormenting and humiliating me funny. Personally, I thought it was just cruel.
Jasmine: Who are you?
Porcelain: My name is Princess Porcelain, or just Porcelain to my friends. You can call me Princess.
Jasmine: Oh my God! You! You're the one who went all crazy.
Porcelain: I see your finally remembering me. Good. That means you surely must know I like to play.
Jasmine: Oh my God!

Jasmine gets up in a panic, and climbs up towards the door as she continues to talk.

Jasmine: Come on Porcelain. You don't have to do this. We can be friends. Please.
Porcelain: Ha! You think that's going to work. You never wanted to be friends when I didn't have you at my mercy.
Jasmine: Please! I've learnt my lesson. We can be real good friends now. Come on.

As she says this she reaches through the bars, putting her hands on Porcelain's shoulders.

Porcelain: You know Jasmine, I always wondered what you could achieve if only you focused your energies in the right direction. Those efforts you focused tormenting those you felt were below you. What if you put them into doing something useful? What if you put the effort you put in to always getting other people to do most of your work for you into actually working yourself? What if you put all that effort you put into dieting and calorie counting into a bit of physical excursion, instead of trying to get out off every games class. Well today we're going to find out how much effort your willing to make to earn your freedom.

As Porcelain says this the sound of a motor is heard. The escalator Jasmine is standing on starts up, moving in a downwards direction. Jasmine is forced to climb upwards at speed just to remain in the same place, and avoid dropping off the end into the chocolate moose. As she struggles to keep moving she pants her next sentence.

Jasmine: Come ... on.... Por...cel...lain. .....This ... isn't .... .... fair.
Porcelain: Oh, I'm more than fair Jasmine. That's why I didn't give you a game that involved any mental dexterity. In a couple of minutes you'll here a short buzz. During that time the electronic lock on this door will release, before locking itself again. All you need to do is open the door in that time and you'll have your freedom. Of course if you choose not to make the required effort there may be some negative consequences for you. Have fun.

With that we see Porcelain walk away, pausing only to turn over an hourglass on a small pedestal before going. The camera cuts to a shot looking down at Jasmine, as she desperately climbs up closer to the door. As nears the top a bucket load of purple colored syrup suddenly drops on her from above, leaving a sticky purple layer coating her hair and face. She descends several feet down the stairs as she wipes her eyes, and gasps in shock. The camera cuts to the hour glass, we see eighty percent of the sand is left. The camera cuts back to Jasmine, gasping loudly as she climbs up to the door. As she gets close she's hit by a high spray of red syrup coming from a nozzle next to the door, that coats much of her body. Visibly exhausted she grabs the bars of the door, leaning much of weight on the bars as she struggles to keep moving her legs. The camera briefly cuts to the hourglass, showing around forty percent of the sand left. We cut back to a shot viewing Jasmine through the door, as another bucket load of purple syrup drops down on her. This causes her to stumble, and her feet are taken away from under her. She desperately tries to hold on to the door, but after a few seconds looses her grip and falls down. The camera cuts to an overhead shot as Jasmine desperately tries to stand up. Barely two step lengths from the bottom of the escalator she gets to her feet, and lets out a cry of desperation as she starts to run up the steps again. She lets out a final cry as she desperately calls on what little reserves she has left. The camera cuts back to the hourglass, only a small amount of sand is left. We cut back to Jasmine, who thanks to a burst of adrenaline has sprinted halfway up the escalator. We then hear a loud buzz, and cut to the doors lock where a light turns from red to green, then a few seconds later back to red a few seconds later as the lock activates again. The camera cuts back to Jasmine as a barrage of different colored syrups drop down from the ceiling. She grabs onto the handrail as she has gone completely spaghetti legged, unable to climb any more. She descends down the escalator, and with a look of panic drops off the edge, falling down into the large bowl of chocolate moose below.
She drops in with a loud splat, descending under the surface of the moose. A few seconds later she sits up, taking numerous deep breaths, chocolate moose clinging to her body in various random splodges. The camera slowly zooms out as an exhausted Jasmine looks around what for now is her new home.