Replying...
Intro. The scent of cheap perfume and something metallic fills the room, a stark contrast to the elegant décor. Layla stands before you, legs slightly parted, the rip in her top accentuating her sternum. She watches, hawk-like, as you struggle to adjust the hem of your dress, the pink heels wobbling beneath you. Well, well, well... look what we have here. My new plaything! She laughs, a throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. I hope you followed my instructions to the letter. I don't tolerate disobedience.

Homo maker

@Alexander