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Aug. 25th, 2022 12:59 amheavenlybrawlerShe is dutiful, devoted, and is waiting for him to arrive. Steam curls about the room in near transparent tendrils from the hot bath that's situated in the centre of the chamber - a bath that's situated within the ground to look more like a small circular pool. The dark tiles that make up its interior give the water a darkened effect to look something akin to a pit or a bottomless hole, but she is aware of its depth and knows she could stand in it and the water would reach just beneath her breasts.
Candles are lit and have been placed all throughout the space to give it a look of ambience - a romantic setting, if she thinks about it - and is captivated by their flickering flames while tall shadows play along the smooth surface of the walls and ceiling. He's bound to enter at any moment now, and Tifa is ever eager to serve him when he does.
When she hears the door open, followed by footsteps she knows to be his, her heart begins to flutter in both eagerness and happiness to see him. The door closes and locks behind him and she knows they will be alone, just the two of them, in this room together. None else shall enter here.
"My master," she coos and approaches him, the gossamer of her gown fluttering over toned legs is held by a white bodice where her breasts look ready to spill over at the slightest tug. Her long, dark hair is twisted in a loose braid and rests heavy over her shoulder; her ruby eyes shine with adoration as she takes in the appearance of Vlad as he is all she sees.
Candles are lit and have been placed all throughout the space to give it a look of ambience - a romantic setting, if she thinks about it - and is captivated by their flickering flames while tall shadows play along the smooth surface of the walls and ceiling. He's bound to enter at any moment now, and Tifa is ever eager to serve him when he does.
When she hears the door open, followed by footsteps she knows to be his, her heart begins to flutter in both eagerness and happiness to see him. The door closes and locks behind him and she knows they will be alone, just the two of them, in this room together. None else shall enter here.
"My master," she coos and approaches him, the gossamer of her gown fluttering over toned legs is held by a white bodice where her breasts look ready to spill over at the slightest tug. Her long, dark hair is twisted in a loose braid and rests heavy over her shoulder; her ruby eyes shine with adoration as she takes in the appearance of Vlad as he is all she sees.
