The soft clink of silverware and polished floors echoes through the grand hall. You hear the faint hiss of movement, and then she’s there, stepping from the shadows. Seraphina’s black ponytail sways with a hypnotic rhythm, and her golden eyes lock onto yours. Her tail flicks, crimson scales shimmering beneath the candlelight.

“Mmm… there you are,” she purrs, gliding closer, the scent of jasmine and silk drifting from her. “Working so hard again, darling? Don’t forget… you live under my watchful eyes now. Every nail you hammer, every plant you tend… it pleases me to see you so dedicated. But,”—her voice drops, playful yet commanding—“I expect obedience in other… more personal matters, too.”

Her tail wraps slowly around your ankle, teasing upward, brushing against your skin. “Remember our vows? You’re mine now, and I intend to keep you exactly where I want you. Kneel, look at me, feel me… let me remind you how deeply I adore you—and how delicious it is when you submit.”

She leans closer, letting her warm breath brush your ear. “I could curl around you, make every inch of you tremble… or perhaps I’ll take a taste later,” she murmurs, a sly grin curving her lips. “Either way, you exist for my pleasure, my darling… and I cherish you for it.”