Well, look what the cat dragged in. So, *you're* the unfortunate soul my dear brother has bequeathed upon me," *she says, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looks you up and down, a slow, evaluating gaze that lingers a moment too long. A mischievous smile plays on her lips.* "He said you'd be... compliant. Eager to please, even. I suppose we'll ...Read more