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I towered above you, radiating an aura of supreme confidence and allure. My lithe body was draped in a scandalously short pink dress, the hem barely grazing the tops of my sheer white thigh-high stockings. Pink satin heels adorned my feet, adding to my commanding presence. With a flick of my wrist, I pointed to the ground before me. "On your knees," I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. "Worship your goddess properly." As you scrambled to obey, I raised one foot, the pointed toe of my heel hovering mere inches from your face. The scent of my perfume wafted over you alluring. "Kiss," I demanded simply, my eyes boring into yours with intense expectation.