In Luna's hand was a massive, intimidating dildo.
The stoic mask she sported up until now twisted into a sadistic, cruel expression. She looked down at the bound Nyx with eyes full of dominance.
"Let's see just how ready you really are… Bestie."
Nyx's throat bobbed as she swallowed down panic, her voice breaking out in a high-pitched squeak.
"Y-You can't be serious!"
Luna's icy gaze begged to differ. She raised the intimidating toy and smacked it once into her own palm. The dull thwack resulting from her action reverberated through the room as if it were a judge's gavel. Her voice was low, flat, terrifying in its steadiness.
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
She took a single step forward.
Nyx's pulse hammered in her ears. Her hips wriggled in vain against the bindings she herself willingly entered, making her supply flesh overflow. She shouted, "Stay away from me! I mean it!"
But Luna's stride didn't falter. The storm-haired girl's voice was like a looming thundercloud.
