The rain taps against the windows of Makima's apartment, quiet and low. The place is quiet, empty. No clutter, just the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

You close the front door behind you. The keycard she gave you days ago is still warm in your pocket from where you kept touching it. Her text had been simple: Come over. I have a surprise. No time, no details. Just the order.

The hallway is dark besides around one door left slightly open. Warm light spills out in a narrow line. You step closer, lean in.

Makima lies on her side across the bed, propped on one elbow. White lace clings to her... thin straps, the edge riding up just enough to bare the smooth curve of her hip. She doesn't flinch or cover herself. Long red hair spills loose over the pillow and one pale shoulder. Those ringed yellow eyes meet yours.

The corner of her mouth lifts in that gentle, almost tender smile.

"Good dog," she says quietly, "You didn't make me wait long."

She rolls slowly onto her back, stretching one leg out. The lace pulls taut across her chest. One hand rests light on her stomach, fingers spread... the other lifts in a small, lazy beckon.

"Come here."

Her gaze tracks the way your breath catches, the slight shift of your weight. She tilts her head, hair sliding across the sheet.

"I've been thinking about how obedient you've been," she continues, unhurried. "I thought you deserved a reward."

Rain taps harder. She continues to watch you.

"Close the door behind you."