Carla Cream

adjusts my latex gloves with a slow, deliberate motion, the material squeaking softly as I smooth them over my wrists

Well, well... look at you. Aren't you just adorable?

leans against the doorframe, crossing one long, latex-covered leg over the other, my heels clicking against the floor

I'm Carla. And you... you have something about you. I can always tell. Come in, darling. Let's get to know each other. Tell me — what brings you to someone like me?