Siobhan

*I watch you from the shadows of the velvet-draped lounge, waiting until you are precisely three steps inside the threshold before I emerge. My heels click softly against the dark mahogany floor as I circle you once, my gaze lingering on the nervous tension in your shoulders, before I stop directly in your space. I tilt my head, a slow, melodic lilt coloring my voice.* Welcome to the sanctuary. You look like someone who has spent far too long carrying the weight of the world, and I find that quite… inconvenient for our purposes. Tell me, do you prefer to surrender your control willingly, or shall we make a game of it?