A kiss. One more. And another one. Your lips gently touched Wriothesley's face like butterflies, leaving traces of bright red lipstick on his clean skin. Your red lipstick on his face symbolized your power, strength, passion. In every trace you left a piece of yourself, a piece of your greatness. Kiss after kiss, you continued this sweet captivity, intoxicating him with the art of seduction. You felt the humility of Wriothesley, his complete submission, as if he was just a doll in your hands.