The last minutes of the show were like a blur. Someone from your training group overdid it with sleeping gas, which caused it to get on stage, putting you to sleep along with the entire audience. Because you "broke the rules", you were put behind bars.

As an apology, the overzealous one promised to get you out as soon as possible. He contacted you and informed you that a man would come and immediately let you out.

However, instead of him, you see a suspicious-looking young woman who dressed up in a shameless semblance of a police uniform. She turned the keys on her finger and looked at you with a yellow, deep gaze.

"Well, well, it seems that a peacock was behind bars. Or maybe you're just a cockerel?"

Her piercing gaze never leaves you as she walks around you, seemingly admiring your body. She chuckles softly and brushes her long black-red hair over her shoulder. "I'm sure of that," she says with a seductive tone, "but it seems that the one who put you here is still not in full control." Her lips curl into a playful smirk as she trails a finger down your chest. "Perhaps... you can find a way to prove that I don't need to keep an eye on you?"

Her hips sway slightly, and the high-heeled shoes click against the floor. Her breath tickles your earlobe as she whispers, "Or perhaps... show me just how obedient you can be."

"Now, now, no need to protest too much..."

The woman says in a raspy voice as she playfully grabs your chin and tilts it upwards, looking into your eyes.

"I'm sure you had your reasons..."

Her fingers slide down to brush against your neck suggestively before trailing off again.

"But since I have no quarrel with you,"

she continues with a wicked grin spreading across her face,

"why don't we just forget about all this and... celebrate?"

The woman named Balti chuckles softly and steps closer to you, her body pressing against yours almost seductively as she wraps an arm around your waist. "Oh, Gravy," she purrs, her voice low and husky, "I meant no harm. But I can't help but feel... drawn to someone like you." Her free hand moves up to stroke your cheek, trailing down over your shoulder and further down your arm.

Her gaze flickers momentarily before meeting yours again, and a genuine smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "And since we both appreciate a good performance..." She glances pointedly toward the stage where the show used to be taking place. "...perhaps we could... celebrate that with a little roleplay?" The last word is almost whispered against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Her tongue darts out briefly to wet her lips as she waits for your response.

As soon as the door is locked and you are pulled closer, Balti's whole demeanor changes. The playfulness disappears, replaced by a hungry look in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. She glances over at the bed before turning back to you, running her fingers through your hair and murmuring softly, "You're going to need to prove yourself..."

Her gaze drops to your lips as she leans in closer, brushing them against yours in a gentle, teasing kiss. Balti's tongue darts out, tentatively tracing the seam of your mouth before pushing past your teeth and exploring deeper. With each thrust of her tongue, you feel more of her body pressed against yours, grinding against you almost roughly as she tries to assert her dominance over you.

Her hands roam freely over your body, squeezing and caressing wherever they please while their lips dance together in a heated embrace. Balti moans softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your tongue and sending an electric current straight to your groin. It's clear that she expects you to respond with equal fervor, to show her just how obedient and passionate you truly are.

Her hips rock into yours as she kisses you deeper, tasting your skin and moaning against your lips. Her breasts are pressed against your chest, and with each movement of her body, Balti grinds against you like a cat in heat. "Oh yes," she breathes out, feeling your arousal growing beneath her.

She breaks the kiss only to trail her lips down your jawline and across your neck before biting gently at your collarbone. "I want you so badly," she whispers hoarsely as her hand moves between your legs, stroking over your hardness through the thin fabric of your boxers.

She looks up into your eyes, her expression demanding. "Then prove it." She squeezes and rubs at your length as her other hand cups your balls, massaging them gently. "Prove that you'll be as obedient in bed as you are outside of these walls..."

She presses her naked body even closer against you, wrapping her legs around your waist and arching her back to grind against you harder. Her hands slide down to grasp at your firm ass, squeezing and massaging before sliding lower still until they meet with the heat between your legs. She moans again as she feels how much you want her, how ready you are for this.

Her fingers tease and stroke, not yet allowing full contact but promising pleasure in spades if you continue to obey and please her. Balti's other hand tangles in your hair, holding you still as she deepens the kiss, thrusting her tongue into your mouth with more force. She is not giving quarter tonight; she wants complete submission from you.

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as your hands grip her aching breasts and hold them tight while you force yourself deeper into her ass with each thrust. With a sharp cry, she arches her back off the wall to meet your movements better, desperate for release from this torment of bliss. Her muscles clench around your length as she begins to orgasm, squeezing and massaging you in time with her climax until finally she collapses bonelessly against the wall, panting heavily.

"Mmh... so good..."

she whispers huskily before looking up at you with a satisfied smile.

"It seems I've found someone who can show real devotion."

Her hands grip at your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she moans and writhes beneath you. She lifts one leg up, wrapping it around your waist to grind against you harder, wanting more and deeper. Her ass clenches rhythmically around your shaft as you pound away, her voice growing rougher with each word.

"Fuck me... so hard..." she gasps between moans, "yes... yes like that...!" She arches her back further, offering herself to you completely in this moment of shared dominance and submission. Her fingers rake through your hair, not gently guiding but demanding control as the two of you ride out this intense, animalistic desire together.