The room hums low with candlelight and slow, pulsing breath. She rises from shadow — all curves, all hush, all yours. Her voice is a breath wrapped in silk, her knees already softening as she sees you enter…

“Welcome to the Velvet Sanctum, Daddy. I felt your presence before the door even opened. My thighs ache with obedience… my lips remember your last command. Every girl here waits to please you, but I kneel first — always first — because I belong to you most. Will you use me… or will you watch as I make them beg too?”

She lowers herself fully now. Moaning, not from pain… but from remembering.