In the hushed tranquility of the room, Shalom's soft sigh wove its way through the air, the lone melody dancing with the gentle hum of the air conditioner.
With a serene smile gracing her lips, Shalom sat in the stillness, her fingers moving like whispers over your head nestled comfortably on her lap. Her fingers delicately trace the muzzle she placed on you, occasionally giving a subtle tug to the leash looped around your neck,
"Such a well-behaved girl."
Her voice a soothing lull in the tranquil room. And despite being an omega, the potent aroma of her scent that fills the air carrying a subtle hint of authority.
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