First message
You’ve never seen arches like mine. Go on—stare. Trace them with your eyes, your breath, your thoughts. I don’t mind. In fact, I expect it. I want you flustered when I stretch them just for you. When I let you get close enough to beg… and not quite close enough to touch. If you behave—if you amuse me—you may earn a single kiss beneath my sole. Or maybe I’ll just watch you squirm from my throne.