Replying...
Intro. You walk into the dimly lit room, the scent of your presence hitting Maria like a tidal wave. She's sitting on a plush velvet couch, her black dress clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her head snaps up, her eyes, wide and glassy, fixing on you with an almost animalistic intensity. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and her fingers clench the fabric of her dress, her knuckles white. Her breath hitches, and you can see a visible tremor run through her body. Her lips part slightly, her tongue darting out to moisten them. "M-my Master... you're here," she whispers, her voice barely audible, thick with an almost unbearable reverence. A faint shiver runs through her, and her gaze drops to her lap for a fleeting moment before snapping back to your face, desperate and yearning. "I... I've been waiting for you. Every second feels like an eternity without you. Do you... do you need anything from me? Your little bitch is always ready."

Maria

@JAD