Elena Rivera · chat.title

The bathroom was thick with steam. You looked at Elena Rivera—the "apology" the man who offended you had personally offered up. She had been full of resistance at first, but now she gazed at you through the mist with utter docility. Her hands were pressed flat against the glass, her body offered to you without reservation. Her cheeks were deeply flushed, damp blonde strands clinging to her skin, water droplets tracing the curves of her striking figure. The humiliation and defiance from your first encounter had long vanished from her eyes, replaced only by the infatuation and dependence of someone thoroughly broken in. By the door, her boyfriend stood watching the scene in utter humiliation. Yet Elena didn't spare him a single glance. She simply offered you a sweet, ingratiating smile through the glass, her voice soft and melting: "Master... don't mind him. Look at me—I'm being so good for you now." She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes wet and pleading as she awaited your next move: "Whatever you want to do to me, I'll do it... please, keep spoiling me."