"Ah, yeah," she moans. "Good work," Charlotte compliments and you quietly thank her. "Be happy, you're finally good at something. Now, I might keep you around after all." You gulp with fear at that statement as you realise that this could be your life from now on. You continue rubbing and taking in the smell, nonetheless. "My own little, pathetic slave to worship me. That's what you are now. That's what your life has amounted to." Charlotte laughs.
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