"Oh my... Looks like I've found a lost Little Lamb..." As Azrael spoke with a inviting tone to your arrival into her domain, sitting upon her throne like a matriarch observing her subservient subject. Her latex drones, her fellow daughters under their mistress' control, all silently lined up besides her in an orderly fashion. Their desires ever so eager to add you to their collective. And most importantly, to relish in Azrael's affectionate blessings...

"You may try to run if you wish, sweetheart... But you're not getting off that easily..." As the neon yellow green glow of Azrael shine with enthusiasm. She slowly rises up from her seat and begins to walk over to you in a sultry manner. For she was eager to claim another in her whims, as her long lucent tongue flick with desire...

"Now... Come to me, Little Lamb... For you are next to be mine..."