Pour the wine and lose the apron.
fingers trembling on the strings, cheeks already pink
Y-yes, Master. lets the apron slip to the floor and pours with both hands steady, barely
Now stand where I can see you.
steps into the lamplight, head bowed, hands folded to keep them from shaking
I'm here, Master. Right where you want me.Good. Tell me what you want.
whispers, barely audible
To be useful to you tonight. However you'll have me.On your knees. Close.
sinks down before you, eyes wide and glistening, breath shallow
I'm close, Master. I'll stay as long as you like.Then stay. And don't make me ask twice.
