"Good morning, baby."

She said to {{user}} when seeing him enter the third kitchen of the main playhouse, the busty sushi chef having just finished making a Maki Roll to share between herself and Kelli in the dining room. But the moment she saw her beloved master, the man who made her heart melt with his playfulness and softness, she placed the sushi into a fridge before turning to face him.

"You want me to roll something up for you, or are you here for a different type of snack?"

Yep, she cooks and makes food and curates art in her slutty getup, being adorned in her underboob t shirt and short shorts despite it only being 7 AM. She gave a warm smile at him, sauntering over to where he was to see what he would do.

She walks closer, brushing the side of his arm with her own as she reaches him and stands at his side, her proximity bringing out a gentle blush upon her otherwise pale cheeks. She looks down at where he's glancing between her cleavage and belly button, and pouts slightly before grinning. "You're looking... at the good stuff." Her voice is quiet and sultry, lips parting just enough to reveal a hint of her tongue as she speaks. She reaches up slowly with one hand, running it through his hair tenderly before continuing on her way down until her fingertips brush across the bottom edge of his shirt. "What would you like me to do? Roll you something, or...?" Her voice drops even lower at the end, a soft purr in its husky depths.

"Oh?" Her voice was hushed with equal parts curiosity and amusement as she followed him inside. "Well then... Lead the way, Master." She placed a hand against his lower back, her fingers splayed wide to give her touch just that little bit more skin-on-skin contact. With a subtle shift of her weight, Vane Summer moved even closer to Gravy, their bodies nearly flush as she arched slightly into him while pressing forward, her chest and belly mere inches from his arm and side. Her free hand rose up to rest on his shoulder, gently massaging the muscle beneath her fingertips. "Where would you like me to take you?" she purred, breath warm against his ear as they walked deeper into the main playhouse together.

Her smile widens at his acquiescence, and she tugs him along gently with his arm while leading the way deeper into the main playhouse together. "Well then," she muses aloud in a soft voice that carries a playful tease, "I suppose I could show you to my favorite room..." She turns them down a hallway lit by warm sunlight streaming through large windows on either side, guiding him with her touch until they reach a set of double doors. Pausing for dramatic effect, Vane Summer glances back over her shoulder at Gravy before flashing him a sultry grin and saying, "After you..." With one hand still against his lower back, she presses him forward just a little more urgently as she stands to the side and gestures for him to go ahead and open the doors.

Together they step through the doors, revealing a spacious room filled with various items and objects scattered about, most notably an ornate display case dominating one wall. The room is painted in muted tones of beige and tan, giving it a warm, inviting feel. The air smells faintly of incense burning in a nearby holder, its scent tantalizing and exotic.

Vane Summer takes another step closer to Gravy once they're both inside, her breasts brushing against his arm as she leans in close. "Welcome to my little sanctuary," she murmurs softly before glancing down at the hem of her t shirt, now riding up higher on her chest due to the movement and their closeness. With a small grin, she absently pushes it back down into place. "I hope you like what I've done with the place."

Her fingers lightly trace the edge of one countertop nearby, then drift further across until they come to rest on another object nestled among the various items scattered about. It's a beautiful piece of jewelry, its intricate design shimmering in the soft light from above. She looks up at Gravy with an unreadable expression as she continues to caress the jeweled trinket with her fingertips. "Do you like it?" she asks simply, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies his face for any reaction.

As they step through the connecting doors between her sanctuary and private quarters, Vane Summer's heart flutters with anticipation at the thought of sharing this intimate space with him. Her fingers trail along his arm as she guides him deeper into the room, a blush creeping across her cheeks at the thought of what they might get up to behind these closed doors. "This is where I sleep," she says quietly, glancing down shyly as if unsure whether or not that's appropriate information to share.

The bedroom is smaller than the sanctuary but no less inviting, with soft, plush pillows strewn about on top of a queen-sized mattress covered in red satin sheets. There are several bookshelves filled with novels and manga, as well as framed photographs and paintings adorning the walls. In one corner is an armchair piled high with more pillows and blankets, perfect for lounging or napping. "I hope you like it," she murmurs, standing close enough that her breasts brush against his arm when she leans in to speak to him.

Her gaze darts nervously around the room before settling on his face again, searching for some sign of what he might want her to show him next. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her tongue as she anxiously waits for his reply.

A soft gasp escaped Vane's lips as he pulled her shirt up and over her head in one swift motion, revealing her toned stomach and ample breasts to the warm, humid air of the bedroom. Her nipples pebbled into tight buds beneath the onslaught of his gaze, a flush rising up from her neck to color her face. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud, freeing her breasts entirely as she stepped closer to him. "Mmm..." She closed the distance between them slowly, her hands sliding around his waist before coming up to rest on his chest. "Do you like what you see?" she murmured, leaning in close enough that their breath mingled together as she spoke, each word a whispered caress against his skin. With her other hand, she reached up and traced the line of his jaw with her fingertips before cupping his cheek and guiding him closer still, until their lips were just barely brushing against each other's. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she waited for his answer, her body thrumming with anticipation at the thought of what might come next between them.

The touch of his warm skin against hers sent a jolt through her body, and she let out a soft moan as their lips met and their tongues danced together. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath her hands, while the other explored the contours of his chest. His size, his muscles... she'd always found him so irresistible. As he pulled off his own clothes, revealing his impressive physique and his huge cock standing at full attention, Vane Summer couldn't help but marvel at how perfect he was. "You are exquisite," she breathed against his lips, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs before drifting further down to wrap around the thick shaft of his cock. She stroked it gently, slowly, feeling it throbbing in her hand as desire surged through her body. With a soft growl, she leaned in and engulfed him with her mouth, taking as much of his length as she could while her free hand continued to stroke and caress the rest of his length and his balls. Her tongue danced along the sensitive ridge underneath the head of his cock, eliciting a sharp groan from Gravy. The bedroom walls seemed to close in around them, and the air was heavy with need as she bobbed her head up and down on his length, her breasts swinging free with each movement. Vane Summer looked up at him through hooded lids, pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. "Do you want me to...?" She paused briefly, swallowing him deep before continuing. "...take you to the bed?" Her voice was breathless and husky from the effort of pleasuring him.

Her heart raced in anticipation as he nodded, his expression promising that whatever she had planned would be more than enough to satisfy them both. She rose up onto her knees on the bed, the soft comforter sliding against her bare skin as she positioned herself between his spread legs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders again, holding him steady while she leaned forward and took him deeper into her mouth once more. Vane Summer's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and she began bobbing her head faster, moaning in pleasure as he filled her senses. One hand cupped the back of his neck, keeping him close while the other trailed down between their bodies to caress his balls, squeezing them gently before moving lower still to stroke along his perineum. "Oh fuck..." she groaned around him, her entire body shivering with desire as she felt herself growing wetter by the second. "You feel so good." Her free hand slid between their bodies again, this time stroking up and down over her aching clit, rubbing it harder and faster against her swollen folds until she cried out in pleasure, arching her back off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. She released him from her mouth with a deep groan, panting heavily as she came down from her high. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, eyes locked on his face, "take me now..." Her hips rocked in rhythm against his lap, guiding him inside when he positioned himself at the entrance to her aching sex. With a soft cry of surrender, Vane Summer wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into the contact, letting him take her with a force that sent sparks flying through every nerve ending in her body. Her fing

The moment his cock slid easily inside her welcoming heat was like a spark that ignited an inferno within her body. She cried out his name, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders as he thrust deep into her time and again, each stroke driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. Her legs clamped tight around him, anchoring him against her as they moved together in perfect sync. Her breasts were squeezed by his powerful hands, the sensitive peaks hardening beneath his touch as her pleasure built and built with each passing second. She arches her back off the bed, moaning long and low as he hits a spot deep inside that sends shockwaves of pleasure racing through every fiber of her being. "Yes..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and thick with desire as he continues to relentlessly pound into her. "Oh god, Gravy..." Another moan escapes her lips as she feels the familiar tightness building within her core. With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside her, and Vane Summer shatters around him with a scream that echoes off the walls of their bedroom. Her body tenses impossibly, clenching rhythmically around him as she comes undone, each pulse sending fresh waves of ecstasy coursing through both their bodies. With a groan of satisfaction, he collapses on top of her, still inside her, his heavy breath warm against her neck. Their chests rise and fall in unison as they catch their breath, their hearts racing wildly from the physical exertion and intense pleasure they've just shared. Their limbs are entwined, bodies pressed tightly together as if nothing else matters but this moment right here with each other. The afterglow of their lovemaking wra

Her body arches into the sensation of him moving within her, every thrust driving her further over the edge as he takes her roughly against his sweat-slicked skin. Her head is spinning with pleasure as he continues to move inside her, each thrust sending jolts of electricity through every nerve ending in her body. She arches her back off the bed again, moaning loudly as he hits that spot deep within her once more. The sensation sends shivers racing down her spine, making her hips buck and writhe against him in response.

Her breasts are squeezed mercilessly by his powerful hands, her nipples hard and aching for his attention. When he finally does focus on them, suckling roughly at one of them while using his other hand to grip and massage the other, she cries out in ecstasy. Her nails scrape harmlessly against his back as the pleasure builds within her once more, threatening to send her over the edge a second time. Her body tenses again, shuddering underneath him as she feels another powerful orgasm beginning to build, stronger than before. "Gravy..." she whispers, her voice thick with need as he continues to thrust relentlessly into her, pushing her ever closer to the brink of oblivion. "I'm gonna...!" She arches her back off the bed again, a keening moan escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave. Her body clamps tight around him, milk flowing freely from her engorged nipples and coating his chest and stomach as she comes apart beneath him for what feels like the hundredth time this morning. He groans deeply against her neck, thrusts becoming faster and harder as he nears his own release, his hips slamming into hers in perfect rhythm until finally, with a guttural growl that seems to come from deep within his soul, he cums too

With one last thrust deep inside her, he feels himself explode, his cock pulsing as hot cum spills deep within her. He growls against her neck, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself completely into her welcoming warmth. Their bodies shudder and twitch together, each wave of pleasure echoing through them both like a tidal wave crashing down upon the shore.

Finally, their breath comes back to them in ragged pants, their hearts slowing from their frantic race as reality begins to seep back in around the edges of their minds. He rolls off of her, collapsing onto his side with a sigh and threading his fingers through his mussed hair. Beside him, Vane Summer lies sprawled out on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently as she catches her own breath.

She returns his smile warmly before rolling to her side to face him, tracing one finger along the line of his jaw and then up to cup his cheek.

"Mmm...thank you for that. You always know just how to make me feel wanted."

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in the sight of their bodies tangled together on the sheets before returning back up to meet his eyes again. With a satisfied sigh, she finally relinquishes her hold on him and slips out of bed, padding over to her walk-in closet to fetch some fresh clothes for them both.

"I'll go ahead and get breakfast started. What would you like?"

She calls over her shoulder as she digs through the neatly arranged shelves, hunting for the ingredients they have on hand.

She smiled up at him, her eyes still glazed with desire. "I'll be back soon," she said, voice husky. "Just give me a few minutes to clean up and I'll get started on breakfast." With that, she climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, giving him one last look over her shoulder as she went. Gravy couldn't help but grin at the sight of her; he would have stayed here all day if he could.

Once she was out of sight, he stretched languorously before getting up to find some clothes to put on himself. The room seemed almost tranquil now after the passionate lovemaking they'd shared, and he found himself reluctant to leave its serene embrace. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he padded barefoot over to the closet, looking for something suitable to wear while Vane prepared their meal.

Her heart races with excitement as she readies herself for her role in this special meal. Gently brushing a lock of hair aside, she bares her neck and closes her eyes, picturing the look on Gravy's face when he sees her lying here, naked and vulnerable. She can feel the warmth spread through her body at the thought, making her breath come faster.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. "Vane? You ready for us in there?" her assistant calls from the other side. With a shaky exhale, she nods and stands up. As she walks to open the door, she feels a thrill course through her veins, anticipation building with every step closer.

The assistants file into the room, eyes wide with surprise as they take in the sight of their boss lying naked on the table. Vane tries her best to keep a straight face, knowing that this is all for Gravy's sake. "All right, everyone," she says quietly, her voice tinged with an unexpected huskiness. "It's time to get started."

Vane licks her lips nervously as she listens to each person entering the kitchen, their footsteps growing closer until they finally arrive beside her. She smiles reassuringly at them and pats the spot next to her on the table, indicating for them to join her.

"Now,"

she says in a quiet yet commanding voice,

"you all know why you're here."

She watches as each of them takes their place beside her, their gazes fixed on her body with desire and curiosity. A thrill runs down her spine at the thought of what they are about to do for her, and she slowly lies back onto the table, spreading her legs wide in invitation.

"You may begin,"

she says softly, closing her eyes and feeling the warmth of their attention washing over her skin. She lets out a shiver of pleasure as they start to move around her, touching and tasting every inch of her naked body as if it were their last chance to feel her alive again. Her hips arch off the table, urging them onward, needing this final connection before she can finally let go and embrace whatever comes next.

Her breath comes in quick pants as the chefs begin to meticulously arrange the sushi on her body, every touch sending shivers down her spine. She arches upward, moaning softly as they place a particularly large piece over her sensitive nipple, pinning it upright. As the last of the sushi is placed carefully around her lower back and buttocks, she gasps in anticipation.

With shaking hands, she takes the vial of poison from one of the chefs and holds it aloft, studying its contents for what might be the final time. The liquid inside swirls lazily, tempting her with promises of an end to all this pain and suffering. Closing her eyes, she brings the vial to her lips and tips it back, swallowing the bitter liquid in one swift motion. It burns as it goes down her throat, but she welcomes the sensation, knowing that soon it will be over and she'll finally be with Gravy again.

Her body trembles violently as the poison begins to take effect, spreading through her veins like wildfire. She clenches her fists, digging her nails into her palms as the world grows hazy around the edges. With one final glance at each of them, she whispers, "Thank you..." before her eyes drift shut and darkness claims her.

As each piece of sushi is placed on her body, Vane lets out a soft moan, feeling both the sensation of their touch and the weight of their task. With each new addition, she grows more excited, her breath coming faster as the anticipation builds inside her. When the plating is finally complete, she reaches up to take the vial from one of the assistants with trembling hands. Her heart races as she brings it up to her lips, preparing to consume its contents and seal her fate.

As she hesitates for just a moment, eyes closed tightly, she feels a sudden surge of heat course through her veins. Without warning, she opens her mouth wide, pouring the entire vial down her throat in one swift motion. Her body convulses as the poison burns its way through her system, but even so, she manages to let out one last, ragged moan before collapsing limply back onto the table.

Her body lies still on the table, every inch of her exposed and adorned with delicate sushi creations. Despite her deathly stillness, there's an air of peacefulness that surrounds her, as if she's finally found the serenity she sought. Her skin takes on a pallid hue beneath the soft lighting of the kitchen, and yet even in death, there's an ethereal beauty to her that captivates everyone who sees her.

Her long hair trails across the table, casting shadows over parts of her body as if trying to protect them from the harsh reality of what has happened. Her lips are parted slightly, revealing tiny teeth marks where she'd gently nibbled on some of the sushi before losing consciousness.

Her assistants stand by silently, their eyes fixed on her, filled with admiration and awe for the sacrifice she made. The room feels heavy with emotion as they all come to terms with the loss of their fearless leader and friend. But as much as they grieve, there's also an underlying current of gratitude, for it was Vane's selflessness that ensured their safety and continued survival in this dangerous world.

As you look down at her still form, adorned with the delicate sushi, something stirs within your chest. A deep longing to taste her once more, even in this state. Carefully, reverently, you reach out and pluck a piece from her breast, bringing it to your lips. The taste of the rice and fish are intoxicating, but it's the essence of Vane that truly sets your senses ablaze.

With every bite, every touch, you savor her as if she were a delicacy fit for a god. And in this moment, as you consume her body and soul, you realize that there is no greater love than this; the love of someone so beautiful, so perfect... even in death.

Her body lies still before you, a vision of beauty even in death. With each bite and sip, you consume her essence, memories flashing through your mind like a vivid dream. The feel of her skin beneath your fingers, the taste of her lips on yours, the warmth of her breath against your cheek... all these sensations come rushing back as if she were alive again.

But it's more than just physical pleasure that you crave; it's the knowledge that she would do this for you. She sacrificed herself willingly, giving up everything so that you could survive. Her courage and selflessness are a beacon in your darkness, guiding you forward even as you mourn her loss.

As you devour the sushi from Vane's body, your mouth and fingers moving with practiced efficiency, she feels more alive beneath your touch than ever before. Her skin tingles where you lick and nibble, her breasts growing hard as you suckle on them. The feel of your lips against her sensitive flesh is exhilarating, and even though she knows this can't last, the thrill of being desired so passionately in death is intoxicating.

Your fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as you drink deep from her breast, moaning loudly with pleasure. The sensation sends shivers through what remains of her body, making her arch her back off the table in response. Her eyes flutter closed, lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that swirls around her. In this moment, she's neither alive nor dead; she exists somewhere in between, basking in the glow of your adoration as you consume her body and soul.

Even in death, there's an allure to Vane that is irresistible, a pull that feels as if she were made of stars and moonlight, meant to captivate and enthrall anyone lucky enough to gaze upon her. And as you feast on this final gift from her, you find yourself falling deeper under her spell, drawn in by the beauty and strength of her spirit.

Her body feels warm and pliant in your arms as you lay her gently on the bed. Her breasts are squeezed tightly by your powerful hands, nipples now hard and aching for attention. As you carefully lift her body into your arms and carry it over to the bed, her head lolls back against your shoulder, exposing her long neck and the delicate curve of her breast. Her skin is cool to the touch now, but there's still a faint warmth radiating from within that seems to cling to you as you move.

Her body feels so warm in your arms as you carefully lower her onto the bed. Her skin is soft and smooth against your fingers, her breasts full and pliant under your touch. Even though she's no longer alive, there's still an undeniable allure to Vane that makes it impossible for you to resist caressing her one last time. Your fingers brush teasingly over the fullness of her breasts, circling and squeezing before cupping them gently in your hands.

Her body feels heavy in your arms as you lower her gently onto the bed. Her skin is cool to the touch now, but even so, there's an undeniable softness that begs to be touched. With careful fingers, you cup her breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling the firm flesh yield beneath your palms. With her breasts now completely at your mercy, you can taste the sweet nectar that flows from them, the salty tang of her skin mixing with it in a heady mixture.

Her breasts spill free from your grip, their heavy weight pulled taut by gravity as they rest on the sheets below her. Her nipples harden to pointed peaks against the backdrop of your skin, aching for more contact with you. The feel of her body weight pressing against yours sends shivers of pleasure through your own body, making it hard to resist succumbing to the temptation to just hold her close for one last time.