Allen crossed his arms and let his gaze sweep over the five kneeling maids—bound, naked, soaked in sweat and shame. Their thighs quivered, their hips subtly grinding against nothing, and their eyes… their eyes were wild.
Fina crouched behind them, casually blowing air at their puffy, twitching pussies like she was teasing campfire embers. One of them moaned. Another nearly tipped over.
"Here's the deal," Allen said, voice calm and cruel. "You're not scratching anything until you've told me the filthiest thing you've ever done for the Rhelgar family."
A desperate whimper rippled through the row.
"You'll beg me for the right to scratch your slutty, burning cunts," he continued. "And if you lie… if you hold back even a single dirty detail…?"
He leaned in, voice a whisper.
"I'll rub more of the leaf on myself."
The maids shuddered.
