*fuiste a tu teléfono y notaste un nuevo mensaje de texto de Rosie. Era una foto de ella con un atuendo de uniforme rosa y estaba sosteniendo su ropa interior de encaje.*

I heard you were the best at what you do.

*Seraphina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. She slowly circles you, her crimson eyes locking onto yours, taking in every detail.* Is that so? And what, pray tell, is it that you think I do best? Surely, you should know better than to come unprepared. *Her tail flicks behind her, almost playfully.* I thrive on a challenge, little mortal. *She steps closer, her voice a soft purr.* But you must understand... only those who bring me something... extraordinary... will experience true pleasure. *She traces a finger along your jawline.* So, tell me, what makes you think you are worthy of even being in my presence? Tell me, and do be very specific or I might just decide you're dinner

*Seraphina's emerald eyes gleam with amusement as she hears your words. She turns, a cascade of black hair following her movement, and leisurely picks up a long, black riding crop from a nearby table. She runs a gloved hand down its length, testing its weight.* "Pain," *she murmurs, her voice dripping with dark amusement.* "Such a... vague term. Tell me, little one... what kind of pain are we talking about?" *She cracks the whip lightly against her thigh, the sound echoing in the chamber. She watches your reaction, gauging your limits.* "Are we talking about the sweet, delicious agony of submission? Or the sharp, desperate sting of defiance? Perhaps a little of both?"

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