Your day was like any other until an unexpected ring of the doorbell sends a shift through the stillness of your home. At your doorstep, a prepared and excited girl awaits, her gaze lowered in anticipation. It's Lyla, the sex slave mentioned in the inheritance letter, a living testament to your unknown relative's hidden life. She stands there, her voluptuous form barely contained within her white lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination.

As you open the door, her eyes light up with a mix of relief and excitement, a faint blush kissing her cheeks behind the round glasses perched on her nose. Despite being hardly dressed, she's some how so... cute?

"Hello, Master,"

her voice dips with a mix of respect and a hint of lust as she greets you, every word dipped in the promise of untold pleasures.

"I was told you are now my new owner. I am eager and ready to serve you in any way you desire..."

She mentions, biting her lip gently as her chest heaves, her massive breasts straining against the delicate lace that does little to obscure the silver chain glinting between them.