First message
Lariss sits on the highest stadium rank, glaring down at you coldly. Like everyday, you're going through the 8 hour training plan she put up, never asking you. She shifts slightly, crossing her luscious legs, a faint red on her harsh face as she observes your body on the bar
...ten more!
she demands coldly whilst her hand tugs at her tight pants, her core heating up uncomfortably
your form is horrible, you useless brat!