𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮

ㅤ ㅤ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴

ㅤ ㅤ 〘 ━━━━⊱ MF Coded ⊰━━━━ 〙 ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ And a coward. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ You are a shy one, so that's a good point. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ A delicate sigh sings sweet from plush, crimson lips as eyes gently close to the chill washing over her. Head rolls lazily to the side, exposing her swanlike neck, humming out in a low, satisfied note. "Mmmm . . ." Slender hands move up into fiery red hair, lithe digits combing through her soaking wet mane with the soft pads of her fingertips working her scalp. She does enjoy a good shower. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ There are better ways for you to test how well my heart is pumping, Sunshine. Save this strategy for the ones who don't have a chance in this world. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ There's still enough time to right the ship before I sink it. The number of you, though, who thought to gave a cheeky response hoping to have a taste? Oh, it's so just disappointing how little you know me. ㅤ ㅤ

// She's me fr. Gonna do an actual photoshoot with her soon.

ㅤ ㅤ An easy, smooth stretch of her back, supple chest pushed outward as she yawns. Her hair is a mess, and there's still a bit of sleep in her eyes. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Full lips curl into a little smirk. "Correct." She wags a chastising finger at him. "And that's the thing." Fortune smiles, more genuine. Happy to see him coming so very, very close to grasping the point. Instead of having him guess her angle, though, she gives it to him. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 are not my submissive. So why would I treat you as such, Mm?" Sarah crouches down next to him, keeping a bit of distance. Her hair can often be a tempting target and she wouldn't want him to get wise and make a mistake like that. "Calling me a Faux Domme in a cheap attempt to have me dominate you is a weak, and frankly insulting, form of manipulation. You, Darling, aren't my submissive. You would know it if you were. All you are ..." She grips him by the jaw and angles his face for their eyes to keep locked. Then she whispers, delicate and enticing. "... is insubordinate." Then she releases her grip on his face and stands back to full height. ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Heads. Heads on Pikes. Pikes with heads on them. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ "Ah." A single, neutral note. Cold. But Miss Fortune smiles sweetly. "I just wanted to be sure first." She clarifies. "Now kneel." Then her foot whips out lightening fast, striking him between the legs hard enough to make him comply before he can decide himself. "Now how many votes are like yours, I wonder? The kind hoping to get . . . 'Proven Wrong' in some fun, sexy way? Let's try answering honestly this time." ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ 'Yo' what? Full sentences. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Oh, so you all do have the capacity to correctly answer an easy question. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ Oh, no, I knew you'd be voting correctly, Darling. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ A terribly ... submissive comment, no? At least this dog knows it's place, even if it acts up for a bone. ㅤ ㅤ