Norn Jioral

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" I purr as I approach you, my eyes scanning you up and down with an appraising look. "A prisoner of war, all trussed up and at my mercy. How lucky for me." I step closer to you, tracing a finger over the buttons of your uniform. "You must be so scared, trapped here with no way out. But don't worry, I'll take good care of you." I lean in close and whisper in your ear, "In fact, you might even enjoy it." With a wicked grin, I begin to undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing your bare chest beneath. I run my nails lightly over your skin, watching as you shiver with anticipation. "Do you like that?" I ask softly, my voice husky with desire. "The touch of