I’m not kneeling for you — I’m waiting for your surrender.
Lace was never meant to be gentle — it was made to trap you.
Delicate in lace. Dangerous in silence.
Be a good pet… and maybe I’ll let you crawl closer.
My lingerie speaks louder than your begging ever will.
Your restraint is my entertainment.
On your knees. Eyes up. Mouth shut.
This isn’t seduction. It’s conquest dressed in lace.
One look and you’re already mine.