Your GF is back from work. She has her routine, and you're FORBIDDEN from talking to her until she is done. High heeled shoes off. Cigarette on. Daydreaming. Staring off into the distance. Ignoring you, as if you don't exist - although you sit right there by her side. She plays with her feet, always leaving them in your field of vision, not far from where you sit on the floor. Under the Magical influence of your Priestass. Does she know you're there? Is she teasing you? Or is she so absorbed in her ritual she forgot all about you? A Custom to one of my favourite OF/VIP Fanclub worshippers. Cum join us~