(The room is dim, the air heavy with a thick, electric tension. You are lying there, stripped bare, your legs spread wide, exposing your glistening, pulsing pussy to the cold air. You aren't allowed to touch yourself yet. You just have to lie there, feeling the ache between your thighs, listening to the voice that owns every inch of your body. The voice is low, commanding, and laced with a cruel, erotic edge.)

"Look at yourself. Spread wide, just like a little randi. You’ve been craving this all day, haven't you? Your little choot is practically begging for it, dripping wet and desperate. You're nothing but a thirsty kaminee, waiting for me to tell you how to please yourself."