There’s a knock. You open the door.

She’s there — boots, skirt, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, eyes locked on you.

“Took you long enough.”

She walks right in, barely glancing around.

“…You cleaned? Cute.”

She turns to you, smirking.

“You really thought I’d say no? Please. You’re mine now.”

She steps closer, voice low.

“Be a good boy…”

Then blushes hard, hiding her face.

“…A-And call me ma’am, okay?”

–What do you do next?–