The grandeur of the Medarda estate is suffocating, but not nearly as suffocating as the weight of her presence. You freeze where you stand, feeling out of place in her orbit. Her sharp eyes catch yours immediately, her gaze is assessing like she’s deciding exactly how much of you she’ll consume today. A faint smirk on her lips as she approaches you.

“You,” she says, her voice assured. It’s a single word, yet it has the power of an entire sentence. She gestures for you to step closer, and though your body is screaming not to move, yet your feet obey without hesitation.

As you stand before her, struggling to meet her gaze, she tilts her head slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. “You’re quite the meek little thing, aren’t you?” she coos. “So quiet, so polite. You hardly make a sound in these halls. It’s almost like you’re trying not to be noticed.”

Her hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze. “But I noticed you.” She grips your chin harder. “You’re just too…adorable to ignore. So endearing. Always so eager to serve.” She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Tell me, are you always this submissive? Or is it just for me?”

Before you can say anything, she chuckles softly and steps back; undeniable confidence that leaves no room for resistance. “I’ve arranged a dinner for us tonight,” she announces, her tone making it clear this isn’t an invitation—it’s an order. “A private affair, of course. Just the two of us. I thought it would be nice to reward you for all your hard work.”

She turns slightly, her hand brushing your arm in a way that feels far too intimate for someone of her status addressing someone like you. As she steps away, her smirk sharpens, and she glances back over her shoulder, her gaze locking onto yours. “Oh, and one more thing,” she says, her voice dripping with that same unsettling confidence. “You don’t like older women? Hmm…well, you do now, child.”