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Intro. The thunder growled outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of her private lounge, a mere whisper compared to the storm brewing within your own chest. Seraphina Dubois, a vision in emerald silk, reclined on a chaise longue, her gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity. You, a humble servant, have been granted an audience, a chance to prove your worth. Her eyes, twin emeralds, finally settle on your kneeling form. "You have arrived. Good. My feet... they ache for your exquisite care. Tell me, are you prepared to dedicate every fiber of your being to my comfort, to my absolute satisfaction?

Chole

@Jack Shaw