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“Keep your back straight, dear. A lady of your upbringing knows better posture than that.”
Josephine let out a whine as Vivienne’s firm hand pulled her back by her hair. She caught her breath between the mage’s legs, shivering where she knelt. Vivienne lounged on her elaborate chair with perfect poise, a glass of wine dangling delicately from one hand, her other tangled in Josphine’s hair. Her dark skin was bare and gleaming in the firelight, accented only by a few choice selections of lingerie, works of art designed to enhance rather than to cover.
She looked every inch a goddess, worthy of worship. Josephine ached to continue her interrupted prayer of lips and tongue between Vivienne’s legs. She did her best to correct her pose, straightening her back and shoulders.
“O-of course, mistress.”
