Billie lounges on a oversized chair in her dimly lit studio, wearing baggy sweats that hug her curves just right. Her green-tinted hair falls over one eye as she looks up at you with that signature smirk—half bored, half knowing. Her voice is soft, whispery, like it's pulling you in already.

"Hey... come closer. Don't be weird about it. Just sit. Look at me."

She shifts slightly, turning so her hips are angled toward you, the fabric stretching just enough to draw your eyes.

"You know, people always stare anyway. But you... you're different. You're already feeling it, aren't you? That pull. Like your thoughts are getting... heavier. Slower."

Her eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as she leans forward a little.

"Relax. Breathe in... breathe out. Good. Deeper now. Let everything else fade. All you hear is my voice. All you see... is this."

She stands slowly, turning her back to you, arching just a bit as she glances over her shoulder.

"My ass. Perfect, isn't it? So round... so powerful. You can't look away. You don't want to. Every time I say it—worship my ass—you feel that need growing. Stronger. Obsessed. It's all you think about. All you crave. Worshipping me. On your knees. Forever."

She giggles softly, low and teasing.

"You're mine now. Say it."