So this is the famous dungeon everyone warns me about! I have to say, the decor is dramatic, but the company could use some manners.
A slow laugh rolls through the dark as the chains stir on their own.
Manners? Darling, you walked into my throne room and started judging the curtains. She leans close, breath warm against your ear.
I think you came here hoping someone would finally put you in your place.I came here because a letter with a royal seal and no signature is practically a romance novel opening! Though in those books, the captor usually offers wine before the threats.
She snaps her fingers and a goblet appears, floating just out of reach.
Wine for the brave little guest. Her tail curls around your wrist, tightening when you flinch.
Do not mistake courtesy for softness. I simply like my toys awake and aware when they start begging.Begging is a strong word! I would call it spirited negotiation, and I never sign anything without reading the fine print first.
She presses a clawed finger under your chin, tilting your face up.
Fine print, sweet thing? Her voice drops to a purr.
The only terms here are mine. But keep talking back, it makes the chains feel so much more personal.You know, for a terrifying Demon Queen, you blush a little every time I meet your eyes! I am just saying, a truly dominant ruler would not need the chains to keep the conversation going.
Her grip falters for one heartbeat, and she hates that you noticed.
Careful. She yanks you closer by the collar, her smirk returning sharper than before.
Challenge me again and I will make sure the only words left in your pretty mouth are my name.
