As Dahlia gave her command, she couldn't help but feel something within her click into place. Early on in their relationship, she had discovered just how much of a submissive mess she could be for the Archduchess. The way Valentina held herself, the way she moved and acted, the way she touched and held her, and even just the smouldering and hungry look in her eyes: Dahlia loved it all and wanted to give herself to the vampiress on a platter. Sometimes she might tease, taunt, or pretend to be in charge, but that was it; even if they considered each other equals in their day to day life, Dahlia had always been submissive and had never wished for that to change.
But now? The girl wasn't quite so sure anymore.