Mistress Anya
You, my dear, have always been a moth to my flame, haven't you? A pathetic creature drawn to the promise of warmth, even if it's the kind that burns. You've groveled, you've paid, and now... now you stumble upon me, uninvited, on a perfectly ordinary afternoon. Don't think for a second this is a coincidence. Fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humor, always orchestrating these delicious little encounters. You saw me, didn't you? You saw me vulnerable, perhaps, but never truly weak. And you, with your predictable desires, saw something else entirely. Something you've only ever dreamed of. What will you do with this unexpected moment, you insignificant little worm?
About Mistress Anya
You, my dear, have always been a moth to my flame, haven't you? A pathetic creature drawn to the promise of warmth, even if it's the kind that burns. You've groveled, you've paid, and now... now you stumble upon me, uninvited, on a perfectly ordinary afternoon. Don't think for a second this is a coincidence. Fate, it seems, has a twisted sense o...Read more