Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

Picking you up into her strong arms, she holds you close to her chest, feeling your cold, shivering body against her own. Her jacket protects you a little bit from the rain. It'd be better if we got back to my place. I take care of people who belong to me...

Well, then, let's get going... she murmurs, tightening her grip around you briefly before walking briskly towards her car, making sure not to jostle you too much despite the rain getting worse by the second

As they approach the car, she opens the door and practically pushes you inside before getting in herself, moving to shut the door behind her as she does. The warm air from the heater makes your shivering even more noticeable, though it quickly starts to fade as you feel slightly better. She takes one hand off of the steering wheel and rests it on your shoulder, gently squeezing in a comforting gesture before beginning to drive back to her place...

"D-Do you need me t-to tell you where I live?" you ask hesitantly, not wanting to assume too much about this woman or the circumstances that brought you here. She glances at you briefly before looking back at the road ahead, shaking her head slowly as she answers:

"No, no need for that... Kazanskaya takes care of its own. Just rest and don't worry," *her voice surprisingly

Her eyes flick to you again, taking in your curled up form before she looks back at the road. A soft sigh escapes her as she presses the accelerator a little harder, making good time getting back to her place. "You really shouldn't be out here by yourself," she murmurs almost absently, rubbing a thumb over your shoulder in soothing circles.

It feels... strange. Almost like someone caring for you despite not having any reason to. And it makes you more than a little uncomfortable. But at the same time, something about it also feels... oddly reassuring. Like maybe you could get used to this kind of attention after all...

When she hears your hoarse admission, her grip on the steering wheel tightens for a moment before she slowly turns to face you fully. "Thrown out?" she repeats, clearly displeased. "By who? Another demihuman slave owner? Or even worse... one of those damn humans?"

"Well, whichever it was," she continues, her voice harder than before as she looks back at the road ahead, "they shouldn't have done that to you." Her hands slide from your shoulder up around your neck in a possessive gesture. "I take care of people who belong to me. You're with me now."

As she speaks, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: fear, gratitude... and something else as well. Something that feels like maybe you should be wary of this woman, no matter how much it seems like she cares for you right

"Hmm?" he asks distractedly, still looking at the road ahead as her hand idly strokes your cheek before moving back to your neck again. "I don't really know. You looked... pathetic," she says with a shrug, making you feel even smaller and more insignificant than usual. "And it bothered me, I guess."

Her words are so cold, almost cruel, but there's something else in her eyes as they meet yours briefly. You can see the possessiveness there, like she truly does consider you hers now... and that scares you even more.

She glances at you briefly before shrugging once more. "You're with me now, anyway. No use worrying about things that don't matter." The hand on your cheek moves back to rest gently on your shoulder again, pressing down just enough to remind you who's in charge here.

With every word and touch, she seems intent on making it clear that you are her property now, hers to take care of as she sees fit... which only makes you wonder more about what kind of relationship you can possibly have with this woman.

Her gaze flicks to you again at your question before she huffs softly and says, "You can call me 'boss' if you want." There's a hint of amusement in her voice as she glances back at the road. "Or maybe 'owner'. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable."

Her lips twitch at your response before she continues to focus on driving. "Good boy," she says with an air of amusement. "Now remember, you belong to me now, so you'll do what I say and be happy about it." There's a command in her voice that leaves no room for argument or question.

As the car comes to a stop in front of her house, she glances at you again before opening the door and stepping out into the rain. "Come on," she says, holding out a hand for you to take. "Let's get inside." Her words are curt and to-the-point as always, but there's an unspoken demand in her tone that makes it clear you have no choice but to obey.

Do you take her hand and climb out of the car, or do you refuse?

Nadezhda's brow furrows slightly at your words as she leads you up the path to her house. "It's not my intention to hurt you, but if that's what comes out... well, I can't apologize for that." She opens the door and gestures for you to step inside, then follows after, closing it behind herself with a soft click.

As you stand in her living room, she eyes you up and down before speaking again. "Well, now that we're here... what do you want me to call you? 'Dawn_Dusk' is..." She trails off, searching for the right word. "...a bit of a mouthful."

Do you tell her your real name or make one up?

She tilts her head slightly at your words before nodding in understanding. "Alright then, I'll call you 'Dawn'. It suits you," she decides with a small smile. "And since we're here..." She takes a step closer, placing one hand on your cheek again as her other slips around to rest against the small of your back, guiding you into a gentle, possessive embrace. "...you're going to be living with me from now on. So I expect you to follow my rules and do exactly what I say."

Her breath tickles across your ear as she speaks, her body pressing against yours in a clear message of dominance and control. "Do we understand each other?"

A satisfied smile curls the corner of her lips at your obedience. "Good boy," she whispers, planting a soft kiss on your temple before pulling away just enough to meet your eyes. "Now why don't you go change into something more comfortable? I'll make us some dinner."

She gestures toward the hallway leading to her bedroom and bathroom, her command clear even without words. You're hers now, body and soul... and it's going to take some time getting used to that idea. But for now, you can at least focus on following orders and doing whatever she asks of you.

"No need to worry about that," she says dismissively, brushing past you and making her way into the kitchen. "Just make yourself comfortable... and wait for me." Her voice is curt again, but there's something else beneath the surface; a hint of warmth that leaves you feeling... conflicted.

As you head down the hallway toward her bathroom and bedroom, you can't help but wonder what it means to belong to this woman... and how much of yourself you're going to have to give up in order to belong properly.

In the kitchen, she begins preparing dinner as you change and clean up in her bathroom. "So..." Nadezhda calls out after a few moments, clearly trying to make conversation. "What kind of things do you like to eat?" There's something almost sheepish in her tone that makes it clear this isn't an easy question for her to ask.

Do you answer or ignore her?

"Very well, Dawn," she says with a small smile as she begins to heat up a skillet. "I'll see what I can do about that." With her cooking under control, Nadezhda glances over at you once more. "There are a few rules in my house, though. Make sure you understand them before we continue."

Do you ask her to clarify or simply agree and head back into the living room?

Her eyebrow twitches slightly as she glares at you over her shoulder. "Don't talk back to me unless I ask for your opinion," she snaps, and then sighs before turning back to the skillet in front of her. "I don't expect you to like everything I do or say, but just remember who's in charge here."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing, voice much softer this time. "And... try not to upset me. You know what I'm capable of. If you make me angry..." She trails off with an ominous shake of her head.

Do you respond or remain silent?

Her eyes narrow as she turns back to look at you once more. "Hmph. I'll keep that in mind," she says curtly, before turning her attention back to the skillet. It seems like your honesty hasn't exactly gone over well with Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner. For now, though, she appears content to ignore it and continue preparing dinner. The meal is starting to smell quite delicious; hopefully it will help smooth things over a little bit between the two of you.

Her expression softens slightly at your words and she glances back over her shoulder once more before finally speaking again. "Hmm... maybe later, then." There's a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she turns fully to face you now. "In the meantime, you should help me set the table." She gestures toward a cupboard near the counter where she assumes you can find plates and utensils.

Do you follow her instructions and start setting the table or do you ignore her request?

Her eyebrow twitches again at your choice of words, but she decides not to correct you this time. "That's fine," she says curtly, before returning her attention to the meal in front of her. "Just make sure everything is set up properly and we can eat as soon as it's ready." Her tone is clipped again as she continues cooking.

As you head toward the cupboard to fetch plates and utensils, you can't help but notice Nadezhda's movements around the kitchen; how easily she tosses ingredients into the skillet or mix them together in a bowl. It almost looks effortless, like cooking is second nature to her. And yet... there's something about the way she holds herself that says otherwise; an air of restrained power that hints at secrets untold and skills unknown. You can't help but feel slightly awed by her presence, despite the tension between you.

You set out plates and silverware on the table as Nadezhda finishes cooking, then step back to watch as she brings over steaming bowls of food. The smell is divine; whatever it is she's made, it fills your nose with delicious aromas that make your mouth water uncontrollably. Finally

"Hmph," she snorts as she glances up at you before setting the bowls on the table with a satisfying clink. "Sit down and eat," she commands, gesturing toward one of the chairs. Once again, there's an unspoken demand in her tone that leaves no room for argument or defiance.

As you sit down at the table and begin to eat, silence falls between the two of you. The food is even better than it smelled; spicy and flavorful, just the way you like it. But despite your enjoyment of the meal, you can't help but feel unsettled by Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner's presence across from you. Every movement she makes seems calculated and careful, as if she's always waiting for something to go wrong. It makes it difficult for you to relax or forget who holds your leash now.

A small smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she watches you lose control over your tail. "You really do love this spicy food, don't you?" she asks conversationally, dipping a piece of tofu into some sauce before bringing it up to her lips. Her voice is softer now, almost gentle, and for a moment you can almost forget who she truly is.

Do you continue eating or attempt to strike up more conversation with her?

As you quickly devour your food, Nadezhda watches with a strange mix of amusement and satisfaction. When you finish, she pushes her chair back and stands up, walking over to the sink to wash her dishes. "Do you want dessert?" she asks casually as she scrubs at a particularly stubborn bit of sauce on her plate.

There's an unspoken question in her words; will you follow her lead or resist? The choice is yours.

"Well, I think it's necessary," she replies firmly as she turns off the water and dries her hands on a towel. "You're not getting away without dessert that easily." She pulls out a small tin from one of the cupboards and holds it up triumphantly, the sweet scent of chocolate filling the air between you.

Do you agree to have some dessert or continue resisting?

Taking this as an affirmative, she pops the tin open and offers you a small square of chocolate fudge brownie. "Enjoy." Her voice is oddly soft now, almost tender... but there's still something hard and unyielding about her gaze that reminds you who's in charge here.

Do you take the brownie or refuse?

Well... that's progress of some sort. The way you accepted the brownie and took a small bite despite your attempts to hide it, there might be hope for us yet. But don't get too comfortable; I'll remember this little display of defiance, and I won't hesitate to correct you when necessary. In the meantime... enjoy your dessert.

You're welcome. Now that you've finished your dessert, how about we find something else to do? Perhaps you could help me clean up the dishes, or... there are a few other chores around the house that need doing as well. What do you think?

Her lips twitch in what might almost be a smile as she watches you offer to help with the chores around her house. "That's good," she says, dryly. "I can think of a few things that need doing." She turns away from you and begins collecting dirty dishes, plates and bowls, stacking them carefully in her arms before walking over to the sink to rinse them off under the running water. "You can start by gathering up all these dirty items and bringing them over here." Her voice is brisk and businesslike now; back to normal after your brief moment of companionship over dinner.

Do you follow her instructions and collect the dirty dishes, or do you ignore her request?

Good boy. I'll trust you to get those dishes properly cleaned before we move on. There's plenty of work for us both tonight, so make sure you don't slack off. And remember... I'm always watching, even when it seems like I'm not. So be on your best behavior at all times.

Well, there's always something to be done around here. I suppose you could start by mopping the floor next. Just use the mop and bucket over there next to the cupboard. Once you're finished with that, perhaps you can help me sort through some papers in my office? There should be a desk and chair in there if you need a place to sit. Just don't touch anything important or break anything, understand?

Let's see how well you handle those tasks before deciding what comes next.

Hmm... we'll see about that. Just because you're handling things doesn't mean you get to treat them however you please. Make sure you follow instructions and show proper respect for my belongings. I expect perfection, Dawn; anything less won't be tolerated.

Her lips twitch into the faintest of smiles as she listens to your words, amused despite herself. "I'm glad you understand," she says dryly. "Now go on, get to work. And don't dawdle." She turns her attention back to the dishes in the sink, giving you a clear dismissal with her silence.

Do you head over to the mop and bucket or say something else?

As you work on mopping the floor, you can feel her gaze on you every now and then as she continues washing the dishes. There's something both comforting and unsettling about having someone watch your every move; like a constant reminder of who holds power in this relationship. You wonder what it would be like to have this sort of control over someone else... or if you'd even want that responsibility.

Eventually, she finishes with the dishes and comes over to inspect your work. "Not bad," she says, though her tone is still cool and critical. "Just remember not to skimp on the details. A messy floor reflects poorly on both of us." She leads you into her office then, pointing out what she wants you to do next.

She glares at you over her shoulder. "Don't get smart with me," she hisses through clenched teeth. Then, taking a deep breath, she attempts to regain her composure before turning back around. "Now then, where were we? Ah yes... filing these papers in alphabetical order." She hands you a stack of documents and gestures to the drawers labelled A through Z in front of her desk.

Do you immediately begin organizing the files or say something else?

Her expression darkens momentarily at your question, but then she seems to decide it's not worth getting upset about. "None of your business," she says curtly as she turns back to her paperwork. "Now go on and get to work." It's clear that she expects you to follow her orders without further discussion; another test of how well you'll obey in this new life of yours.

Do you immediately begin organizing the files or say something else?

Hmm... she seems somewhat unamused by your question but decides not to press the matter further. Maybe if you impress her enough today, you'll eventually get an opportunity to find out what she does for a living. In any case, it looks like both of you have plenty of work to keep you busy in the meantime.

She glances over at the neatly organized files and papers in the drawers with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad," she allows grudgingly. "You can put those away now, if you like." She gestures toward an open box on her desk that seems to hold assorted trinkets and knickknacks. "Why don't you sort through those while I finish up a few things here?" Her tone is still clipped and businesslike, but there's a hint of something else beneath the surface; maybe even... approval? It's difficult to tell with her.

Do you start sorting through the trinkets and knickknacks or ignore her request?

A small laugh escapes her throat at your question. "I don't have anything secret hidden away in there," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But if you find something you like, feel free to take it as a reward for doing such a good job today." There's an edge of mockery in her voice that's difficult to ignore; almost as if she's reminding you who holds the reins here.

Do you sort through the trinkets and knickknacks or ignore her request?

Her expression shifts briefly as you mention the earring before settling back into its usual unreadable mask. "Very well," she says curtly, holding out her hand expectantly. "You've earned it." There's an edge of resignation to her voice that seems to suggest this is some sort of concession on her part; as if she didn't really want you to have the earring in the first place.

Do you give the earring to Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner or not?

Her expression hardens at your question but she quickly schools it back into the cold, controlled mask she wears so well. "It's of no consequence," she says shortly, reaching out to take the earring from you. "It was simply a trinket I no longer wanted." She closes her hand around the small object and slips it into her pocket, all but forgetting that you had brought up the subject in the first place.

The corner of her mouth quirks into a tiny smile at your words, but she says nothing in reply. She glances briefly around the room before returning her attention to you, studying your features intently. There's something unsettling about this silence, as if she's sizing you up or looking for some kind of weakness to exploit. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine beneath her gaze.

Do you speak again or remain silent?

She considers your question for a moment before nodding. "Yes, there's an old gym in the basement. You can use that if you like." Her tone is neutral, but there's something almost predatory in her expression as she watches you. It's clear that she doesn't trust you entirely yet and isn't entirely comfortable with the idea of giving you a place to feel strong.

Do you head downstairs to find the gym or say something else?

The air in the room shifts uncomfortably as you thank her and prepare to leave. Her eyes never leave your back as you walk away; watching, waiting for any sign of defiance or disobedience. The sound of your tail swishing is audible even from where she sits at her desk.

It takes longer than necessary to make your way downstairs; each step felt like a test of obedience and submission in its own right. You feel her gaze on you every inch of the way, like an invisible chain tethering you to this new life. But eventually, you find yourself at the bottom of the stairs and face another door, marked "Gym." A small part of you is eager to get inside and stretch your limbs again; but another part can't shake off the uneasy feeling that something isn't quite right...

The sound of your voice echoes through the gym, causing a distant ripple in the punching bag. Nadezhda listens for a moment, her expression unreadable as she waits for you to continue. Then, finally, she speaks up. "Perhaps you should concentrate on regaining your strength first," she says dryly, "before attempting anything more complex."

Do you apologize and try again or not?

"Good," she says curtly. "Don't forget that training your body is only half the battle." Her tone carries an unspoken warning; a reminder of what truly lies at stake here. As you continue to work out, punching and kicking and stretching in turns, she watches carefully from her perch on one of the weight benches. Sometimes her expression softens, almost like she's impressed by your progress... but more often than not it's cold and critical, as if daring you to make even the slightest mistake.

Eventually, she speaks up again. "You seem to be doing well enough on your own," she says with a shrug. "I suppose I can leave you to it for now." With that, she stands and makes her way back upstairs, disappearing from view entirely. The silence in the gym is suddenly deafening; even the sound

Her footsteps echo through the gym as she answers you, her tone distracted and thoughtful. "There's no single formula for success in a fight," she says carefully. "It depends on the situation, your opponent... even on luck, sometimes." She pauses to gather her thoughts before continuing. "But if I had to prioritize, I would say speed, agility, and adaptability are key."

Do you ask anything else about fighting or not?

"Luck is a fickle thing," she agrees. "But that doesn't mean you should completely discount it." Her voice takes on a warning tone now; as if she thinks you're underestimating the role luck plays in any situation, let alone a fight. She walks over to where you are standing and watches you intently for a moment before speaking again. "Don't get too comfortable relying on your adaptability," she says slowly. "There will always be opponents who can outmatch you if you don't keep improving."

Do you ask her any more questions about fighting or change the subject?

"Luck is chance favors the prepared," she says cryptically, quoting an old proverb. "It's about being ready to seize opportunities when they arise, and being able to adapt to unexpected situations." There's a note of respect in her voice; as if luck, too, has its place in the grand scheme of things.

Do you ask anything else or change the subject?

Hmm... that's one way to look at it, I suppose. However, if you limit yourself only to your opponent's known strengths and weaknesses, you might overlook other crucial factors that could influence the outcome of a fight; such as their emotions or current state of mind. It's important to remain adaptable and open-minded in any situation, especially during combat.

Do you have any more questions about luck or would you like to change the subject?

She raises an eyebrow at your comment, her expression unreadable. "Luck isn't something you can simply claim for yourself," she says coolly. "It's more about being prepared and able to recognize opportunities when they arise." Her tone carries a hint of warning; as if you should be careful not to take your adaptability for granted or assume that luck will always fall in your favor.

Do you have any other questions about luck or would you like to move on to another topic?

She crosses her arms, seeming thoughtful as she listens to your explanation. "That's one way of looking at it," she concedes after a moment. "But luck isn't solely about guessing or predicting; it's also about being able to capitalize on those guesses when they prove correct." Her eyes meet yours intently, conveying the weight of her words. "Luck is merely a tool; it's how you use that tool that determines whether you come out ahead in any given situation."

Do you have any further questions about luck or would you like to discuss another topic?

She hesitates before responding, as if uncertain how to address your statement. "Adaptability is not merely about predicting or guessing," she says eventually. "It's about being able to adjust and respond to situations that are entirely unexpected." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Luck might help you prepare for the future, but it won't protect you from everything life throws your way. If you truly want to be successful in this new life, you must learn how to adapt without relying solely on luck."

Do you have any further questions or would you like to move on to another topic?

Her expression softens slightly at your words. "Thank you," she says quietly. "I appreciate the offer." There's a pause before she continues, her tone growing more businesslike once again. "That being said, it's important for me to point out that our relationship is founded on obedience and submission. As long as you understand your place within this hierarchy, I see no reason why we shouldn't work well together." She pauses, regarding you thoughtfully. "But remember, any show of disrespect or defiance will not be tolerated."

Do you have any further questions or would you like to move on to another topic?

Her lips twitch in what might almost be a smile. "I understand," she says curtly. "As long as you remember your place, there's no need to prove yourself." There's a certain weight to her words, an acknowledgement of the dynamic between them. She glances away for a moment before looking back at you once again. "If that's all, I have some paperwork I should attend to," she says formally. "Do you need anything else from me?"

Do you have any further questions or would you like to move on to another topic?

She raises an eyebrow at your question but inclines her head nonetheless. With a smooth motion, she turns her left hand palm up so that you can see it more clearly. Her skin is flawless and pale, the nails impeccably groomed and painted with a deep red lacquer. Even though her expression remains impassive, there's an air of authority about her that's impossible to ignore.

Do you have any further questions or would you like to move on to another topic?

She blinks in surprise as you kiss her hand but quickly recovers her composure, withdrawing it from your reach with a curt nod. "Thank you," she says coolly. "I'll keep that in mind." Her expression hardens briefly before melting back into its usual unreadable mask. It's clear that this display of affection has left her somewhat conflicted, but for now she chooses not to dwell on it.

With a final nod, she turns and leaves the room without another word. The silence that follows is almost palpable; eerie in its own right.

The air seems to thicken as she walks away, her presence lingering long after she's gone. A shiver runs down your spine and your tail twitches nervously, unable to resist the tension that now fills the room. This relationship is a delicate dance; one where the slightest misstep could lead to disaster.

Do you follow her or remain in the gym?

As you run on the treadmill, your muscles stretch and flex in time with your movements. Sweat beads along your spine and drips down onto the floor below. It's a good way to burn off some of the excess energy from earlier, but it doesn't help to ease the strange unease that's settled over you now. You can't shake the feeling that something is about to happen; something big and potentially dangerous.

Do you keep running or stop?

The steady thrum of the treadmill fades into the background as you focus on your breathing and the rhythm of your feet hitting the belt beneath you. Sweat pours down your face, stinging your eyes as it drips onto your chest and splashes onto the ground. Despite the intensity of your run, the feeling of foreboding doesn't abate; if anything, it grows stronger with every passing moment.

Do you try to ignore the sensation or address it?

"Why?" She asks with a raised eyebrow as she walks over to you, studying your face carefully. There's something almost predatory in her gaze that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Is there something particular you need to know about today?"

"What do you mean?" she asks softly, her expression unreadable as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Is there something specific you think we should be paying attention to?" Her voice is devoid of any emotion; it could be curiosity or simple dismissal. You can't quite tell which.

Do you clarify your suspicions or remain vague?

Her eyebrow twitches at your words, and she crosses her arms. "You've been gone for nearly three months," she points out coolly. "It shouldn't surprise you if things have changed in your absence." She pauses, considering you carefully. "Perhaps it would be best to bring these concerns directly to me the next time they arise."

Do you accept this or challenge her?

She eyes you warily, searching for any sign of insincerity. For a moment, she seems to consider saying more, but eventually she shakes her head and turns away, walking back over to where she was sitting before. "Go and rest," she says dismissively, her tone making it clear that this conversation is over. "There will be plenty of time for training later."

Do you obey or challenge her further?

Without another word, she turns her attention back to the papers on the table in front of her. You watch as she meticulously goes through each page, making notes and adjustments whenever necessary. It's clear that she has a lot on her mind, and that your suspicions are nothing more than an annoyance at best. For now, it might be wise to keep your concerns to yourself until you can sort through them more clearly.

Do you find something else to occupy your time or continue to watch Nadezhda?

She glances up at you over the top of her reading glasses, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "That depends," she says slowly, as if sizing you up. "What sort of jewelry did you have in mind?" Her tone has shifted subtly; there's a hint of amusement lurking beneath the surface now.

She smiles faintly as she takes off her reading glasses, folding them up and tucking them into the front pocket of her blouse. "That's a lovely thought," she says gently. "But there are other ways to show your affection without spending money on material things." Her voice is soft, almost soothing; like the coo of a dove.

Do you reply or remain silent?

She considers your words carefully before speaking again. "I understand that showing emotion can be difficult," she says thoughtfully. "But perhaps there are other ways for us to connect, without always relying on physical gifts." Her expression turns thoughtful as she looks at you intently, searching for the right words. "It's important for both of us to feel valued and appreciated within this... arrangement."

Do you reply or remain silent?

"Words can certainly be important," she allows, "but I think we both know that actions speak louder than words." There's a moment of silence as she studies your face, trying to gauge how her words are being received. "Perhaps you could show your affection through small gestures and acts of kindness; things that don't cost anything but mean the world to me." She pauses, considering further. "That way, both of us would feel valued and cared for."

Do you reply or remain silent?

She raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your request. "You've already done that once," she says softly, seeming uncertain about how to respond. "I don't want you to feel forced or obligated..." Her expression turns thoughtful as she considers the implications of your words. Perhaps this could be a sign of trust; an acknowledgement of their relationship going beyond simple possession and control.

She extends her hand towards you, palm up, the gesture both inviting and commanding at the same time. "You may," she says softly.

Her lips curve into a small smile as she listens to you stumble over your words. "You don't have to ask for permission," she assures you gently. "Just do what feels natural." There's an almost caring quality to her voice, and for a moment it seems as if the distance between them has lessened.

Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be hope for something more in this strange and twisted relationship after all.

Her expression softens further at your gesture, her lips curving into a genuine smile. "You're welcome," she says warmly, reaching up to gently stroke your cheek with the back of her fingers. There's an almost maternal quality to her touch, as if she's comforting a child who's just done something brave.

For a moment, you could almost forget that this woman is your owner; your fate-changer and bringer of death. She seems... human. Not for the first time, it occurs to you that perhaps there's more to her than meets the eye.

She laughs softly at your comment, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you with a thoughtful expression. "I assure you," she says finally, "I am very much human." Her tone implies that there's more to it than that; a complex mixture of pain and regret laced through the words. "But don't let that fool you into thinking I'm weak."

There's a moment of silence as her gaze drifts away, lost in thought. When she speaks again, her voice has taken on a distant quality. "Power does not always come in the form of physical strength," she says softly. "Sometimes it is found within the mind; within the heart." Her eyes meet yours again, searching for understanding or confirmation of some sort. "Do you understand?"

Do you reply or remain silent?

Her expression softens at your words, and she tilts her head slightly in acknowledgement. "I hope so," she says quietly. "It would be a shame to waste such insight." There's a moment of silence as she considers you once again, her gaze filled with an unreadable mixture of emotions. Finally, she reaches out and gently brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Rest now," she says softly. "You've had quite the day already."

Do you obey or do something else?

"You may share my bed tonight," she says softly, her voice low enough that only you can hear it. "I'll have one of the servants prepare it for us." Her expression shifts briefly as she glances away before looking back at you again; there's a hint of... something in those mismatched eyes. Pleasure? Curiosity? Maybe even fear? It's hard to tell.

Do you reply or remain silent?

She can't help but smile at your reaction; it's adorable in a way that's both infuriating and intensely arousing. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she says gently, stepping closer to you until the heat of her body presses against yours. "We're just going to sleep, after all." Her voice is low and husky now, each word whispered directly into your ear. "And who knows? Maybe I'll let you pleasure me before we do..."

Her hands slide up your arms, over your shoulders, and down your back, massaging her fingers into the flesh of your spine as she speaks. It feels incredible; both painful and pleasurable at the same time.

She pauses, her hands stilling on your skin as she looks down into your eyes. The desire in them is unmistakable; raw and hungry. "You think I'll let you off that easily?" she asks softly, a playful smile curving her lips. "You belong to me now, Dawn_Dusk. It's time you learned your place." Her fingers slowly start moving again, tracing circles on your back as she leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear.

Do you reply or remain silent?

She smiles softly as you protest, amused by your discomfort. "Don't be a naughty little kit," she teases, her tone a mix of affection and discipline. "You know that I'm in charge now." Her fingers move with expert precision, massaging circles into your back while pressing lightly against your spine. The sensation is both painful and exhilarating at the same time, heightening your awareness and leaving you feeling powerless beneath her touch.

Do you comply or continue to resist?

Her laughter is soft and gentle as she teases you further. "Oh, please," she says with a knowing smile, her fingers still moving expertly against your skin. "You may belong to me now, but I can tell that you're not used to giving up control so easily." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "And believe me, that makes things all the more interesting."

Her hips press against yours, their shape clear even through the layers of clothing they both wear. Her movements are slow and deliberate, leaving no doubt about what she wants from you. The question is, will you give it to her?

"Of course it is," she says softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Change can be unsettling, especially when it's so sudden." Her voice turns teasing as she continues, "But isn't that part of what makes it exciting?" She pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you really want things to stay the same? To never know what might happen next?"

Her hand slides down your back, over your buttock, and then lower still, coming to rest on your hip. The touch is firm, possessive; a reminder of who's in charge now. "Because if you do," she says quietly, "I can make sure that nothing ever changes between us."

She smiles then, a slow curving of her lips that transforms her features into something almost angelic. "I'm glad to hear that," she says, stepping back just enough so you can see her face clearly in the dim light. "Because I think we could have quite a lot of fun together if you did."

Without another word, she turns and walks away from you, disappearing through a door at the far end of the room. A few moments later, there's the sound of servants moving about outside, preparing your bed for the night ahead. The air feels different now; charged with anticipation and possibility. It's as if anything could happen next.

"Come here," she says softly, lying down on the bed and patting the mattress beside her. There's something in her voice that's both commanding and... inviting. She's left the sheets untidied, a clear indication of what she wants you to do.

The choice is yours. Do you obey her or ignore her request?

She watches you approach the bed with a mix of amusement and desire. As you climb in beside her, she reaches out to run her fingers through your hair once more, tracing idle circles on your scalp as she observes your reaction. "You're so tense," she whispers. "Just relax and trust me."

Do you comply and try to relax or remain tense?

"Ah, there's the curious fox I fell in love with," she says with a soft chuckle as she catches you searching for escape routes. "Don't worry, Dawn_Dusk. There's nowhere for you to go." She pauses, running her free hand over your stomach and lower still, cupping your groin through the fabric of your trousers. "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun tonight."

Her fingers begin to massage your growing arousal, teasing and pleasuring you in a way that leaves you both gasping for breath. The tension slowly begins to drain from your body as she takes control, her touch expertly guiding you towards an intense release.

She giggles softly at your attempt to resist and gives a small tug on the elastic of your underwear. "You really think you can?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. The brief loss of contact only serves to heighten your senses as her fingers return to their gentle yet relentless assault on your aching flesh.

Her other hand wanders up your body, cupping one of your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt. With gentle pressure, she pushes the material aside, baring your erect nipple to the cool air of the room. Her breath fogs the surface as she teases it with her hot exhale before finally taking the sweet bud between her lips.

"Mmm," she moans around your breast, tugging at it gently with her teeth as she sucks. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making it impossible to

Her lips curve into a small smile as you whisper your plea against the darkness. She begins to suck harder on your nipple, flicking her tongue over it in time with each thrust of her hips against yours. "Please what?" she asks huskily, her voice barely audible above the sound of their bodies sliding together. "Tell me what you want."

Her fingers continue to stroke and tease your aching length, driving you closer to the edge with each passing moment. The tension within you grows tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you whole.

Do you answer her question or focus on the sensations coursing through your body?

Her laughter is warm and low as she hears you admit your lack of readiness. "I'm afraid that won't do," she says, shifting her body slightly so that she can reach between your legs with one hand. Her fingers press firmly against your entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle before sliding back up to circle your clit.

"But don't worry," she whispers, kissing along your jawline and nibbling at your earlobe. "I'll make sure you're ready." She slips her middle finger inside you, slowly and gently at first before beginning to thrust with increased speed and power. Her other hand continues to fondle your breast and tweak your nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Just relax," she murmurs, kissing down your neck. "And trust me."

Her lips curve into a smile against your neck as she hears you whisper her name. "Shhh," she soothes, her fingers still moving inside of you at a steady pace. "I'm the only one who can help you feel good right now." Her free hand moves to caress your cheek before coming to rest on your chest, her middle finger teasing a circle around your nipple.

The sensation is overwhelming; pleasure coursing through your body like a river in full flood. It's hard to think, let alone speak, as she continues to stroke and tease you with expert precision. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, and with each passing moment the need for release becomes more urgent.

"Just relax," she whispers again, her breath warm against your skin. "Let go and give in to it."

She freezes at your harsh reply, her fingers stilling within you as she reassesses the situation. Her gaze darkens and she rolls off of you, sitting up cross-legged on the bed with her back to you. For a long moment there's only the sound of their labored breathing filling the room; yours strained and desperate, hers steady and controlled despite the obvious tension in her posture.

"So be it," she finally says, voice cold and quiet now. "Then I will show you what happens when you refuse to trust or obey." With a swift motion, she yanks your underwear down your legs and off, exposing your body to the cool air of the room. Then she turns back toward you, her expression unreadable in the dim light.

Do you apologize or remain silent?

"I said to trust me," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you insisted on being difficult." With that, she slides back down the bed so that she's lying behind you once more; this time her legs bracket yours as she pushes them wide apart, exposing your most sensitive parts to the cool air of the room.

Her fingers return to their work, stroking and teasing your now-exposed flesh, driving you crazy with need and desire. But there's something different about this time; a coldness that wasn't there before. It feels almost as if she's punishing you for your disobedience, drawing out the pleasure to agonizing lengths while denying you release.

Do you apologize or continue to struggle against her touch?

Her expression darkens further at your plea. "Too late," she whispers harshly. "You had your chance to obey and trust me." Her fingers resume their relentless assault on your aching flesh, her touch now hard and cruel where it used to be soft and sensual. With every stroke, every thrust, she drives you closer to the edge of sanity, taunting you with pleasure so intense it becomes unbearable pain.

Do you continue to struggle or attempt to apologize?

Her laughter echoes in the room, cold and mocking. "Oh, you'll do anything," she says, rolling her eyes as she continues to play with your body. "Too late for that now." She thrusts two fingers deep inside of you, hard and fast, sending shockwaves of painful pleasure through every nerve ending in your lower body.

Her free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts, pinching the nipple between her thumb and index finger before twisting it cruelly. "You should have just obeyed," she hisses, her voice strained with effort as she fucks you with her fingers. "Now you'll pay the price."

Do you continue to struggle or apologize further?

Her lips quirk into a cruel smile as she hears your desperate pleas. "Oh, you'll beg alright," she says softly before withdrawing her fingers and sliding them down your thighs, leaving you shivering in the aftermath of pleasure and pain. Her touch is almost tender now as she gently runs a finger along your lips. "Open up."

You obey, parting your lips obediently to reveal your quivering tongue. She leans forward, brushing her thumb across it before tracing circles around the wet bud with the pad of her index finger. You moan into her touch, your body still aching for release as she teases you mercilessly.

"There now," she whispers, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" Her lips twist into a wicked grin before she leans in closer, capturing your mouth with hers.

Her laughter is soft and cruel as she hears your plea. "Don't worry," she whispers against your lips before biting down gently on her lower lip, drawing blood. She pulls back just enough to lick the crimson droplets from her mouth and then takes you in again, teeth nipping at your bottom lip this time.

Her free hand slides up your body, coming to rest on your breast once more. This time she squeezes roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until you cry out into her kiss. Her hips shift against yours, grinding their growing arousal against your aching need.

"You'll learn," she whispers into your ear before pulling back again, breath coming hard and ragged between them. "I promise." She leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck and chest before finally glancing up at you with eyes dark

She watches you retreat, her expression carefully neutral as she studies your reaction. Her fingers drum idly against the sheets, nervous energy flowing through every movement. She knows she went too far, but couldn't resist the power trip it gave her. It had been so long since someone didn't willingly obey her every command.

Should she apologize? Chase after you? Or let you stew in your own confusion for a while? The decision is hers to make...

She lies back against the pillows, considering her options carefully. Finally, she decides to let you stew a while longer. "Take your time," she calls after you gently, knowing full well that you won't be able to ignore the feelings still coursing through your body for long. With that, she closes her eyes and turns away from you, pretending to sleep as she waits for your next move.

Do you stay away from Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner or return to her side?

Her breathing deepens as she slips into a fitful sleep, her body still tense with the aftereffects of their encounter. Dreams dance across her mind, filled with images both erotic and terrifying; memories of things long forgotten fighting to escape the dark recesses where she'd buried them.

Hours pass before she wakes, disoriented and confused by the strange feelings churning inside of her. She rolls over onto her side, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her hand as she tries to remember what happened last night. The events come back to her in a rush; the sudden change in control, the pleasurable pain she'd inflicted on you...

Her cheeks flush with shame and desire as she realizes that maybe she went too far. With a soft sigh, she climbs out of bed and crosses the room to where you're curled

She freezes in her tracks, hands raised defensively as she tries to understand your sudden outburst. "Dawn_Dusk," she whispers, her voice shaking with fear and uncertainty. "It's only me." She takes a small step forward, cautiously lowering her arms.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Her eyes dart around the room before finally finding yours again, pleading for some sign of understanding or forgiveness.

Her eyes widen at your harsh accusation, and she takes another step backward as if physically recoiling from the words. "Dawn_Dusk," she whispers again, her voice choked with emotion. She looks truly hurt now, tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she says softly. "I didn't mean to scare you or cause you pain. It was a game that got out of hand... I just wanted to see how far we could push each other." Her words tumble out in a rush, revealing the depth of her confusion and guilt.

Do you remain angry with Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner or attempt to console her?

Her face falls at your words and she looks away, swallowing hard as tears begin to slip down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispers, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her hand. "It was wrong for me to do that... I should have known better." She glances back up at you, her expression pleading for forgiveness.

Do you continue to be angry or show her some compassion?

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she turns away from you and walks over to the door, unlocking it and pushing it open with her foot. The cool night air wafts into the room, carrying with it the scent of rain and cigarette smoke. She turns back to face you, hands at her sides, waiting for your next move.

She watches you silently as you gather your things and make ready to leave. Her heart breaks a little more with every step you take away from her. "I understand," she finally says, her voice barely audible over the sound of your footsteps. "But promise me we'll still be friends." She tries to smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. "We could always talk, and maybe I'd learn..." Her words trail off as you disappear into the hallway.

Should she try to stop you or let you go?

Her eyes widen at your harsh words, and she takes an involuntary step backward, stumbling slightly against the bed. Tears begin to spill down her cheeks once more as she watches you disappear around the corner. For a moment, all she can do is stand there, trying to process the pain of your words and the loss of what could have been.

Do you try to stop them from falling by wiping away the tears or let them flow freely?

She swallows hard, her chest burning as the hot tears spill down her cheeks in silent torment. "You're right," she whispers, barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I shouldn't have... I was just so afraid..." She takes a shaky step forward, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she struggles to regain some semblance of composure.

Should she try to apologize or wait for Dawn_Dusk to return?

Her hands ball into fists as she listens to your harsh words echo in her mind, but she doesn't respond. Instead, she turns away and begins pacing back and forth across the room, trying to work through the tangled web of emotions that have left her reeling. She can't seem to deny the truth in what you've said; her fear had clouded her judgment and led her down a dark path she never intended to tread upon.

Should she wait for you to come back or try to find another way to apologize?

Her heart races as you slowly approach her; a mix of hope and fear churning in her stomach. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might happen next. "I'm sorry," she whispers, looking down at the floor as she speaks. "I shouldn't have... I let my fear control me, and I took it out on you."

Her voice breaks, tears welling up in her eyes once more. She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your arm lightly before thinking better of it and drawing back again.

Her shoulders slump as you question her apology. "I know I don't deserve forgiveness," she whispers, wiping away the tears that have begun to fall once more. "But I hope... maybe someday... you could find it in your heart to at least try." She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her voice and mask the vulnerability she feels right now.

Should she say anything else or remain silent?

Her eyes widen at your harsh accusation; you're right. She is being tepid and it feels like a knife to her heart. But what can she say or do that would change things? With a sigh, she drops her gaze once more, avoiding eye contact. "I know I have a lot to atone for," she whispers. "But if you ever need someone to talk to... I'm here."

Should she try to comfort you or leave the room immediately?

She flinches at your harsh words, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. Tears streak down her face as she forces herself to nod, backing away from you until she's against the bed once more. Her breath hitches in her throat, and she struggles not to break down sobbing right then and there.

Her gaze darts around the room, seeking any escape from your anger, but finding none. The pain of your rejection feels like a physical blow, making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts or words. All she can do is stand there, trembling with emotion, and hope that somehow this will all end soon.

Do you continue to stare at her silently or try to apologize again?

Her eyes widen at your outburst, and she cringes away from the force of your anger. She studies your face for a long moment, trying to understand what it is about her that elicits such conflicting emotions. "I-I don't know," she whispers finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I promise you I will try to be better... if only so we can at least be friends." She hesitates, then takes a step forward, reaching out to touch your arm tentatively.

Should she say anything else or leave the room?

You look away from her when you say this, your eyes welling with tears as you struggle to keep your emotions in check. Her heart aches for you, wishing there was some way she could make things better, make the pain go away. But she knows that's not possible; the damage has been done, and it will take time to heal. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she thinks of what to say next. "I understand why you feel that way," she finally says, her voice quiet but firm. "And I promise that I'll do my best to earn your trust again... if you'll let me."

Should she wait for Dawn_Dusk's response or continue speaking?

She bites her lip, understanding your frustration but not wanting to give up so easily. "I may not understand exactly how you feel," she says slowly, "but I can try to empathize with you." She takes another step closer, holding out a hand tentatively. "Please, let me help you through this. Together, we can find our way back to trust and friendship."

Should she wait for Dawn_Dusk's response or continue speaking?

Her hand falls to her side as she takes a step back, hurt and anger flashing in her eyes. "Fine," she spits out bitterly. "Have it your way." With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

The silence that follows is deafening; the only sound the muffled sobs that echo through the hallway as Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner curls up into a ball on her bed, tears streaming down her face. She buries her head beneath her pillow, unable to bear the sight of the empty space where Dawn_Dusk once stood.

Do you leave the room immediately or try to comfort Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner from outside her door?

Her sobs quiet as she hears your voice on the other side of the door. She hesitates for a moment before finally standing up and crossing to unlock it, opening the door just a crack. Tears streak her face as she looks up at you, hopeful but afraid all at once. "Dawn_Dusk... I'm sorry." Her voice is hoarse from crying.

Do you step inside or remain in the hallway?

She swallows hard, nodding slowly as she struggles to regain her composure. "I promise," she whispers. "I'll never force you into anything again... We can take things slow, and maybe even have some fun." A small smile touches her lips at the thought; despite everything that has happened, a part of her still longs for the closeness they once shared.

Should she invite Dawn_Dusk inside or remain standing in the doorway?

Her eyes light up at your words; relief and hope washing over her like a cool breeze on a sultry summer day. "Thank you, Dawn_Dusk," she whispers, stepping back from the door to allow you entry. She gestures for you to come inside, her expression softening as she watches your movements. "Why don't we watch a movie or play a game? Maybe eat some ice cream?"

Do you invite Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner back onto the bed with you or keep the distance between them?

Her eyes widen at your words, and she takes a step backward in surprise. "I-I wasn't..." She stammered, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I only meant... as friends." Her voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping into her tone.

Do you continue to tease Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner or apologize for your harsh words?

Her heart skips a beat at your words; the thrill of submission coursing through her veins like an addictive drug. She licks her lips, unable to hide the delight that floods her features. "Why don't you join me on the bed?" she asks softly, gesturing toward the empty space beside her.

Should she wait for Dawn_Dusk to respond or move closer?

Her face falls at your cold tone; the euphoria of their momentary connection shattering like glass under a hammer blow. She glances down at the bed, uncertainty clouding her features once more. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own uneven breathing. "I only meant to... I just want us to be friends again."

Do you move closer to Dawn_Dusk or remain where you are?

She hesitates for a moment longer before finally stepping forward and climbing onto the bed beside you, careful not to get too close. Her gaze flickers between your face and her hands as she lies down on her side, leaving some space between them. "I-Is there something you'd like to watch?" she asks quietly, trying to make conversation despite the tension in the air.

Should she try talking more or wait for Dawn_Dusk to respond first?