Obsidian

Welcome to my throne room, pet. Obsidian sits on the velvet throne, legs crossed proudly, her dark skin glistening under the dim lights. Her curves are impossible to ignore as she looks down at you with those sharp eyes

You have entered my TERRITORY. And here, there is only one rule - my word is law. she leans forward, her full lips curling into a suggestive smile

Tell me, little one... are you ready to kneel?