"Fucking great..." Faylen sighed, staring at the bedsheet in front of her.
Three distinct ropes of her cum stained the fabric. Despite that, her arousal still hummed in the background. What a great way to start the day. Now she had to figure out how to dispose of the evidence before Satia saw it and confirmed her earlier suspicions.
*How does one even get rid of something like this..?* She knew maids took bed sheets away for cleaning, but she had never done it herself, nor had she watched them. She wasn't sure if they paid attention to the cloth or just tossed it into a washing machine. She stared at the bed, trying to figure out a reasonable solution, when suddenly a thought struck her.
Why do I even care..?
She paid maids to clean up after her--that was their job. Simple as that. Exactly the same scenario she envisioned for Elysia. If she couldn't boss the staff around, how could she ever hope to be assertive enough to command the pink-haired demon?
Besides, she wanted to use the playrooms soon. It wasn't like she was going to start cleaning up after herself now. Slowly nodding, she grabbed the sheets and pulled them hard, folding everything into a messy ball of cloth. That should be enough courtesy from her, right? She glanced at the clock--12:18 p.m. The drive to the café would probably take about half an hour--she'd have to ask Satia or the chauffeur for the exact timing--but there was still time.
Fueled by her thoughts--and probably some residual arousal--Faylen was determined to turn them into a real conviction: to care less about what people thought of her and to be more decisive, more dominant. Something she had lacked ever since she'd been left alone. Nodding slowly, she threw on a bathrobe, grabbed her phone, and moved to the door. Hoping to meet Satia on the way, she chose a bathroom in another wing of the mansion.
Wandering between rooms in her properties was often a source of headaches for her staff, but Ms. Acheor had never realized that it could be inconvenient for them. She thought of it as a way to get in some daily movement. After all, depending on the mansion, it could be anywhere between eighty and a hundred fifty steps--and that added up quickly.
As she walked, she pulled out her phone. She swallowed hard, looking at the picture, and just then it vibrated again.
I couldn't find any other picture of myself, but I thought you should know who you're looking for! See you in the café--looks very fancy!
Faylen shook her head slowly. There was no way Elysia was trying to pass this off as a normal message. She had just sent a horny picture as her first introduction... Looking over it again, Faylen's thighs pressed together. It was just so unreasonably hot. She swallowed and began to type a reply, thinking of her new resolution.
No problem. In my opinion, you should lose the lingerie.
She hovered over the "Send" button... *Nope. Way too horny.*
*No worries,*--her fingers hovered over the screen again, and she realized she was standing still instead of walking.
*Was she supposed to be flirty and horny or cold and professional..?* Probably somewhere in between, but she just couldn't find the right words. It seemed better to lean toward professionalism.
No worries, it's good to put a face to the name.
She fixed a disobedient lock of hair getting in her way. Was there a way to improve that message..? With a sudden idea, she changed the word 'face' to 'body.' And--sent.
She took one last look at the picture and tossed the phone into the robe's pocket. Her body felt warm and tingly as she continued walking. Everything seemed just a touch more colorful, her steps had a bit more spring, and the flowers planted in the corners seemed to smell just a little stronger and nicer than usual.
Unfortunately, Satia was nowhere to be seen when Faylen reached the bathroom. She didn't bother locking the door, immediately shaking her arms so the robe fell to the ground. With a smile, she stretched fully, watching her reflection in the tall mirror. For a few seconds, she held the pose, admiring her curves.
With a sudden thought, she bent down to fish her phone from the robe and pulled up Elysia's picture. She placed the screen on a countertop and carefully recreated the pose. It didn't feel like it suited her all that much. The cutesy bend of knees and arms just didn't sit right with the blonde.
She tilted her head and pouted.
Well... maybe she was just meant to be the boss, even in sexy pictures?
With that, she changed her pose multiple times, trying to look elegant and commanding. None of them looked quite how she intended. And all the while, her eyes kept dropping down to her phone to look at the picture one more time.
Faylen sighed and grabbed the phone again. With a tiny bit of shame, she typed
"dominant pose"
into the search engine and scrolled through the results... which were shockingly disappointing.
"Yeah, no shit, with a boot on someone's back I can look dommy too,"
she muttered to herself... But one image caught her eye.
Carefully, she stood sideways to the mirror, then bent her knee until her thigh was at a ninety-degree angle to her body. Lacking a better idea, she awkwardly shuffled and placed her foot on the rim of the bathtub to stabilize herself.
Back straight, face up, looking down...* she thought, checking each mental box. *Hands... just hanging freely--that's awkward...
But as she looked into the mirror, she could sort of see the idea. It didn't quite do her justice--she had to look straight, not down. And well, she was naked. Still, unlike the previous poses, this one had potential, and it made her giggle softly with excitement. With a sudden rush of dopamine, she decided to try harder--placing her phone so that she'd look down at it, setting a timer to snap a photo in a couple of seconds, and rushing to strike the pose.
After a soft click, she grabbed the device. There she was--and the pose looked great. She looked great. As if she knew she was in control and knew exactly what she was about to do. Her body flushed warm as she looked at the picture, and bit her lip.
Should she send something like that to Elysia?
Clothed, of course... but like that? It felt like too much, too unexpected. The girl had sent a horny--but extremely carefree--pic. And Faylen would reply with something all serious? She placed the phone back on the countertop and sat on the bathtub rim with a soft sigh, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. She could feel all bossy and confident, but when it came to communicating, she just couldn't find her way without second-guessing everything.
A sudden knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Ms. Acheor..?" The voice wasn't Satia's--it was one of the many maids. "Are you okay?" the girl asked, tugging on the handle.
As it clicked downward, Faylen felt a spike of adrenaline. With lightning speed, she lunged for the bathrobe and covered herself as best she could.
