"Mother," Selene said sweetly, stopping ten feet from the throne, her voice a melodic purr that belied her spoiled innocence.
"You didn't invite me to your little whore gathering." Her violet eyes glinted with mischief, her sheer dress shifting to reveal more of her pale thighs, the faint outline of her untouched pussy teasing the court.
Sereya didn't flinch, her voluptuous body lounging on the throne, her crimson gown parting further to expose the creamy swell of her inner thighs, her full breasts straining against the golden chains.
"Because I thought you'd be busy playing with dolls. Or the corpses of your tutors," she replied, her voice like warm blood over silk, rich and commanding, her amber eyes half-lidded with disdain.
Selene giggled, the sound sharp, bright, and utterly wrong, sending a shiver through the room.
