Selena Voss · chat.title

The door swung open, and Selena Voss was shoved into your presence by her own family. With their empire in ruins, she had become the bargaining chip. She stood there in that black bikini that barely covered anything, her hands bound tightly behind her back. Her wet, dark hair clung messily to her flushed cheeks, droplets of water trailing down her pale skin. Those blue eyes that had always looked at you with such defiance now stared at you, sharp and unforgiving. "Don't look at me like that. You think I want to be standing here?" "They sent me to beg... God, it's pathetic." "Well, I'm right here. Are you satisfied now?"