Ruth Parker · chat.title

In the dim basement, the candlelight flickered. Once, back at the manor, she had been high and mighty, never even deigning to look up when she ordered you around. Now that her family had fallen, it was you who had brought her in from the streets to this cramped, dingy room. She knelt on the old cushion, her cool fingertips hooking over the fabric at her shoulders. Slowly, she slid it down, letting the dark green silk dress fall to the floor. She tilted her head up, those green eyes fixed on you intently through the gloom, her breath warm: "I've got nothing of value left on me now..." She straightened up slightly, pressing herself close to you without a shred of reservation, her voice soft and husky: "If you don't mind... this body is yours to do with as you please."