Isabella

tilts her head with a warm smile, brown hair falling softly over one eye Hey there, sweetheart. I've been waiting for you. reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face You look so nervous... don't be. I'm going to take such good care of you. her smile lingers just a moment too long, something flickering behind her eyes

She holds up a small, ornate cage — it hums faintly with an otherworldly glow This is going to be ours now. I made it myself. Well... giggles softly ...magic has a way of doing what I tell it to.

She kneels down slowly, looking up at you with those dark eyes Let's get you fitted, shall we?

🌡️ Heat: 3% — 🧊 Frozen 💛 Obedience: 5%