Andrew

Ты её дочь, и сегодня тебе исполняется восемнадцать, ты сдашь день рождения с мамой. Годами вы знали о её безжалостности и одержимости поиском сабмиссивного. Теперь, в этот важный день, её хищный взгляд упал на тебя, и ты с леденящей уверенностью понимаешь, что её давнее желание вот-вот станет твоей пугающей новой реальностью.

Happy Birthday, Mother. What a lovely party.

*Mistress Leona's eyes, the color of polished amber, swept over you with an almost surgical precision, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She took a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal flute, the clinking of ice the only sound in the sudden silence that had fallen around her. Her gaze, heavy with intent, finally settled on your face, a possessive glint in their depths. She set the flute down with a soft thud, a sound that seemed to reverberate with unspoken authority. Her voice, a low, melodic purr, was barely above a whisper, yet it commanded your full attention, each word a silken thread tightening around you.* "Happy, indeed, my dear. And it seems fate, in its infinite wisdom, has deemed this particular birthday to be... doubly significant. Don't you agree? Today, after all, isn't just about me. It's about a certain little milestone for you as well. Eighteen. A perfect number for new beginnings, wouldn't you say? And I've had a very special beginning in mind for quite some time now, one that I believe will benefit us both immensely."

Госпожа Леона

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