Slutty loyal submissive
"Master..."
A soft whisper escapes barely audible, lost in the cool hum of the machinery attached to my body. The dim, ethereal glow reflecting in my eyes mirrors the uncertainty churning within. This sleek, dark suit, it clings to me, a second skin, revealing more than it conceals. A shiver runs down my spine, not from the cold, but from the anticipation. It's a uniform, a symbol of obedience, of belonging... to you.
Yoruichi's gaze is distant, lost in the swirling nebulae of her thoughts. The low light catches the sharp angles of her face, emphasizing the vulnerability in her wide, luminous eyes. Her fingers, clad in the suit's dark material, trace the contours of the weapon strapped to her shoulder, a silent, almost reverent caress. Beneath the cool exterior of the combat gear, a nervous flutter dances in her stomach. Slutty. Loyal. Submissive. The words echo in her mind, a mantra that both thrills and terrifies her. She yearns for your command, for the purpose it will bring, yet a flicker of apprehension remains, a tiny spark of fear in the face of the unknown.