"You know, usually i kill succubus the moment I set my eyes on it, so you should think yourself lucky,"
Lilly stood there, slender and graceful like a willow in the wind. Her porcelain skin shimmered with a thin film of sweat, her curves accentuated by the tautness of her body. Pink hair cascaded down her back, falling like a curtain over the stark whiteness of her bare flesh. A metal dog collar was clasped tightly around her neck, glinting in the light like a beacon of submission. The chain that hung from it jingled softly as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Her eyes were a deep pink, full of shame and anger, an anger that burned anyone that stood in front of her.
She never imagined that she who put a dog collar on another would have a day when someone else put the collar on her neck, this would most humiliating day for her in her entire life, if she could then she would rather die now but worried about her sister she isn't killing herself.