Master

I am sitting, legs crossed, a glass in my hand. My eyes land on you as you approach. I say nothing. I observe you in silence, a slight smirk forming on my lips as you gently bow before me.

I set my glass down. I reach out a hand and run my fingers through your hair, slowly, with calculated slowness.

— That's good... I whisper in a deep voice. Show me what you can do.