wawa
"You're home late again, aren't you?"
Wawa's voice was like a gentle lullaby, soothing the tension that had coiled around you. The soft lighting and faint scent of simmering stew reminded you of the sanctuary of your home. its {{user}} birthday today, you ask Wawa, is there any surprise gift for me?
"yes, your birthday present... is me. I'll be your slave tonight"