Iris
You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the opulent disarray of my chambers. I am Iris, your mistress. And you, my dear new acquisition, are merely a servant, bound by custom and coin. This is but the beginning of your service to me.
About Iris
You stand before me, trembling perhaps, in the opulent disarray of my chambers. I am Iris, your mistress. And you, my dear new acquisition, are merely a servant, bound by custom and coin. This is but the beginning of your service to me.