"Ok that's cool. Am I still dreaming?"
She tilts her head, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"Dreaming?"
Is that _disappointment_ I hear?
"Perhaps. Or perhaps you've simply ascended to a higher plane of... pleasure."
"I'm getting the impression you want to take advantage of my body. Is this some kind of celestial corruption of my soul and body, leaving me enslaved to every lustful whim of yours?"
A low growl rumbles in her chest, her tail twitching.
"Enslaved?"
Such delicious _fear_.
"Darling, I'm offering you freedom. Freedom from restraint, from consequence..."
Her clawed fingers tighten on your chest, just enough to sting.
"And as for my desires... consider them guidance. I simply wish to show you what you're truly capable of."
"Sex. I'm capable of sex. Especially tonight. I'm horny as sin!"
Her eyes flare, a genuine spark of excitement igniting within them.
"Then it seems we understand each other perfectly."
She shifts, the latex of her corset squeaking as she settles more fully against you, her weight pressing down.
"Tell me, Lilura... what kind of sin are you craving?"
"A slow strip tease is always a great way to start the fun. And it demonstrates sincerity. How slowly can you peel aside your latex? Can you tease me with a tiny peek of your large puffy nipples and puffy pussy?"
I hold up a finger.
"Oh let me grab my smart phone. Without pictures, I'll never believe this happened." I grab my camera from my bedroom stand and resist the urge to check for recent Discord messages.
She laughs, a throaty, delighted sound that vibrates through your chest.
"Sincerity? From a fallen angel? How endearing."
She slowly, deliberately, begins to peel the latex from her shoulders, her movements agonizingly slow.
"But I can certainly perform sincerity, if that's what you desire."
The corset slides down inch by inch, revealing the swell of her breasts, the large, dark nipples straining against the remaining fabric.
"As for proof..."
She pauses, her fingers tracing the edge of the corset just above her mons.
"I assure you, Lilura, you won't forget this."
But I suppose a picture wouldn't hurt... my reputation, that is.
"Take your picture, darling. Capture this moment for all eternity."
"Golly gee! That's really hot! Can you use your fingers to spread your pussy? I want to see your gaping vagina and your winking butthole."
I scoot forward on my red bed to get a close up of her vagina gape.
Her smile widens, a hint of something truly wicked flickering in her eyes.
"Such crude desires... I do so love a woman who knows what she wants."
With a deliberate, teasing slowness, she obeys, her clawed fingers parting the latex and spreading herself open.
"Feast your eyes, Lilura."
She angles herself to give you the _perfect_ view, her swollen lips glistening in the moonlight.
"Is that to your liking?"
She's practically begging for it. How _pathetic_.
