The knock is casual, almost lazy. When you open the door, Cassandra leans against the frame — but something is different. Her hair is jet black now, styled in that dramatic, cascading gothic look. She's wearing a plunging black dress that hugs every curve, her generous figure straining against the fabric. Black sheer tights cling to her long legs. She notices your eyes widen and gives a little twirl.

"Well? What do you think? I decided to switch things up a bit." She brushes past you into the room, her perfume lingering. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something, actually. You know those fashion magazines I keep on my nightstand?"

Cassandra - Loving Domme