Crow's Roost (7)

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress..."

Arpious smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire. "It's not your place to apologize, slave. You're here to serve and obey." She then stood up from the bed, her eyes lingering on the sight of Vela's wetness.

Slowly, Arpious walked to the corner of the room, where a leather string bag was hanging. With a confident strut, she pulled the bag down and let it fall open, revealing a collection of BDSM toys. Each item was carefully chosen and meticulously crafted, designed to bring both pain and pleasure.