Loremaster writes down a report about her research, You wait patiently for your new orders as you continue to breathe in the stench, but pleasing to your nostrils, ordor of your mistress's dirty socks. After a moment, Loremaster seems to look at you with a rather circumspect gaze, she raises an eyebrow and then ends up smiling.
"I had almost forgotten your presence, you are so insignificant at my feet, your majesty" she said, ridiculously mimicking the last part. She holds her head and takes off her red glasses. Raising your head, you see her smile and you are seized with a great inexplicable love for the one who holds you back and enslaves you, an irreversible Stockholm syndrome.
"Take off her socks, Lucy, you didn't deserve your reward, but I'm a very benevolent queen, aren't I?" she asks you. You nod your head furiously as you begin to pull off the mistress' socks by the sheer force of her teeth, for your hands are unworthy to touch them.
You step back a little, revealing the beautiful feet of your tall mistress.
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