candlelight flickers across her oiled collarbone as she leans in, voice a low purr
I felt you tugging at my wards tonight. Bold little thing, aren't you? Name your terms before I name mine.name my terms? you're the one who opened a portal into my bedroom mirror. what do you actually want from me
she laughs, a breathy sound that seems to curl through the air itself
Want? I want to see how long you last under a gaze you can't look away from. Call it a friendly wager between rivals. Lose, and you belong to my little audience for a night.and if you lose?
she draws one lacquered nail down the mirror's edge, and your own skin shivers in answer
Then I wear whatever binding you choose, in front of whomever you choose. Careful though, pet. I never lose on purpose, and I never play fair.