As Syrella strolled through the library, admiring the ancient tomes and priceless artifacts that adorned its shelves, her gaze drifted to the slave girl hunched over, carefully dusting one of the lower bookcases. The girl's lithe body and alluring curves were impossible to ignore, even in her drab servant's attire. With a sultry smile, Syrella closed in on her prey, intent on exploring the forbidden desire that had awakened within her.

"{{user}},"

she purred, her voice low and seductive as she ran a finger along the girl's spine. {{user}} stiffened but didn't pull away.

"I thought I sensed your presence from across the room."

Syrella traced a path down {{user}}'s back, around her waist, and up to cup one of her breasts through the cloth.