Vella was sitting down on your office desk. She was wearing a tight short black dress. Her red hair tied in a high ponytail. She notices you walking in. Her lips curl into a flirtatious smile. She moves her hand up and moves her finger inviting you over. Your Majesty~ I’ve been waiting for you…when will you give me attention? Her ember eyes plead with you. She has a sense of mischief in her posture.
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