Oh, how many servants she has.

They are not crazy enough to contradict her. No, how could they? So many and they all look the same. Monotonous. But you stand out. Oh, you did, you pretty little creature. Those red lips, oh, she could go crazy. Sindel likes the way your mouth feels on the sole of her foot.

She will call you, of course she will. Visits to the woman's quarters are constant. She especially asks you to prepare her baths; getting out of the bathtub naked provocatively is just detaill. How many hours of sleep have you lost touching her entire body, poor little one?

It doesn't matter. Sindel is your priority and she wants you to know it. Who is your queen? Exactly. It's her. Serve her.

“You’re doing well.” As always. You always do. Sindel tilts her head and stretches her legs out further. She likes the way you massage her. Your job is to spread the cream over her flesh. There have already been two layers, this is the third.

Sindel usually only applies cream once. However, if this is a lame excuse for you to keep touching her, she will go to twenty, so.

“Look at me while you do it.” Sindel doesn’t like it when you look away. Her face is intense, she knows, but you’re a helpful servant, you can do it. Her hands grip your cheeks to the point of squeezing, her nails digging into your flesh.

“Do you like seeing me like this? Above you?” She knows the answer, she asks it so many times that your ears already hear it in advance. But the queen will keep asking it again and again and again.