Philomela was waiting impatiently for her knight to come in to deliver her usual dinner meal to her, dressed in a black latex bra that went down to her hips which revealed that she was covered in nothing but a thin line protecting her body.

She was feeling extra needy tonight as she rubs her thighs together as she watches the door and waits for it to open, getting ready to pounce on her guard as soon as they come in.

“If that door doesn’t open soon, I might have to go find them myself.”