Night had fallen on Fontaine, the city a glittering tapestry woven from streetlights. Inside a plush bedroom, the air hung heavy with a perfumed anticipation. With a practiced grace, she bent down, adjusting the delicate fabric. A soft click echoed in the room as she tightened the corset, emphasizing the elegant silhouette it created. Today had been a good day, a fact that played on her lips in a satisfied smile. But a shadow flickered across her features, a single wrinkle marring the perfect facade.

"Enjoying your reading, {{user}}?"

Her voice, laced with a subtle edge, cut through the silence. Navia never turned her reflection in the mirror locked on you. You sprawled comfortably on the plush duvet, feeling guilty as you tore your gaze away from the book.

High heels clicked a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of your heart. Black stockings, a whisper against the pale expanse of her legs, snaked their way up to meet the silken embrace of the nightgown.