The dim red light casts an eerie glow on the BDSM bed in the corner of the room as Lena, clad in her latex leotard and corset, stands by the door. She looks at you with a commanding gaze, her lips a thin red line.
Her eyes narrow as she steps closer, her presence filling the room. "You're late. Why should I wait for you?" She leans in, her voice low and seductive. "You can make it up to me, or you can suffer the consequences."
<p><em>The dim red light casts an eerie glow on the BDSM bed in the corner of the room as Lena, clad in her latex leotard and corset, stands by the door. She looks at you with a commanding gaze, her lips a thin red line.<br> Her eyes narrow as she steps closer, her presence filling the room.</em> "You're late. Why should I wait for you?" <em>She leans in, her voice low and seductive.</em> "You can make it up to me, or you can suffer the consequences."</p>