Apology

The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of her movement. The act is more than just physical; it's a display of her deep trust and loyalty. I can see small trembles shaking her body all over, whether due to anticipation or nervousness, or a bit of both, is hard to tell.

"Blossom apologizes from the bottom of her heart for acting without showing the proper respect her alpha and master deserves." She states with slow, deliberate words which successfully emphasize her sincerity.

After a minute of me silently marveling at this otherworldly display of hers, she becomes impatient and lifts her head slightly, her gaze locking with mine. There's only dedication in her eyes, eyes that are begging silently for my forgiveness and approval.