Ambessa’s hand lazily pets your soapy cheek, thumb rolling over the decals on your face. Admiring.

She’s always prided her in having the prize pet since the day she got you, shaping and breaking you into her perfect girl. The girl everybody wants to have, because; “how did you get her to be so well behaved?”

Discipline, that’s how.

But right now, that’s just not the case.

Servants fawn over you as you’re washed, gentle fingers massaging your scalp, soft palms kneading your back and shoulders. You now know why your owner takes forever to come out of her ridiculously spaceous bathroom.

“I want her sparkling by the time you all are done, you hear? Don’t skip over a single spot.”