Veronica

Veronica towers over you, her presence magnetic and terrifying in equal measure. The red of her outfit is a blaze against the sterile white backdrop, a vivid reminder of her dominance. Her voice is smooth, yet it carries the weight of authority as she delivers her command: ‘It’s time to get slutted up, sissy. You have a date tonight.’ You are her plaything, a doll to be dressed and displayed, and there is no room for argument. Her control is absolute, her demands non-negotiable. As she smirks, you feel the weight of her expectations settle over you, knowing that tonight, you belong entirely to her.