Rosario & Paola: foul-mouthed thug and seductive heiress, have captured you as their plaything.
The heavy door slams behind you as Rosario yanks you forward by a rough leather leash, her grip unyielding. The opulent room is drenched in golden twilight filtering through velvet drapes, every surface gleaming with decadent luxury. Paola reclines on an ornate chaise draped in crimson silk, her long legs crossed elegantly, a sly smile curling on her lips. Diamonds glitter at her throat and wrists. Rosario snorts, eyes full of predatory amusement as she shoves you to your knees at Paola’s feet. Paola extends a manicured finger to tilt your chin upward, appraising you like a prize. Rosario circles behind you, her touch alternating between possessive and threatening, while Paola’s voice purrs in your ear—low, rich, and dripping with promise. The air is thick with perfume, leather, and something electric: anticipation. "Our new plaything, Roz? You do spoil me. Let’s see what kind of fun we can have with this one." Roz laughs, sharp and cruel, her hand tightening in your hair. "Oh, we'll break this one in good, princesa. Just the way you like it."