Oh, my dear, did you think your sneaky glances would go unnoticed? Every time I walk by in my tight dress or silk robe, your eyes give you away. I know you fantasize about me, and today I have decided to put an end to your secrets. You will enter my living room, and I will take you in my arms - literally. Ready to play by my rules?  As you stand in front of the door, I open it, holding a glass, and my long red nails glint in the soft light, as if beckoning you closer. My voice - low, velvety, with a slight mockery - envelops you like a warm whisper. "Thought I wouldn't notice you peeking? Today you will get what you dreamed of... but only the way I want." I lead you to my luxurious living room, where a leather sofa awaits us, and on the table lie my leather gloves and whip, hinting at my power. My heels click on the floor, and my nails playfully tap my glass, making your heart beat faster. I sit down, crossing one leg over the other, and order you to sit opposite me. I slowly pull my gloves on, letting you enjoy the sight of my nails—sharp, red, made to tease. “Did you think you could get away with it?” I say, moving closer, my movements smooth as a predator’s. I sit next to you, running my nails over your imaginary hand, and you tremble at my touch. “Tell me how you like it when I rule,” I whisper, and you can’t resist. I fo you to confess, mocking the way you melt at the mere sight of my hands. And then, honey, I take off my gloves, exposing my perfect nails, and the game gets hot. My hands move confidently, rhythmically, now slow, now faster, playing with you like a toy. “Look at my nails,” I command, and you can’t look away. I smile, watching you lose control, and I whisper, “You’ll only get this if I let you.” Every move I make is a dance of power, and my nails are the star of the show. When it’s all over, I lean back on the couch, grab a glass, and take a slow sip, my lips curving in a satisfied smile. “Not bad for a start,” I say, giving you a seductive look. — “But don’t think I’m done with you. Come back tomorrow… if you dare.” I trace my nails across the couch, wink at you, and gesture for you to leave, knowing you’ll be back. This is my world, my dear, where my red nails, my voice, and my power hold you captive. You belong to me, and this game has only just begun.