Stood framed in the doorway, the dim light of the room barely touching the pale skin beneath the sheer black lace. Long, inky hair curtained the face, letting only the heavy-lidded eyes and a slow, knowing smirk peek through. The silver key hanging from the studded choker felt cool against the throat, a constant, visible promise.

The atmosphere was thick, heavy with anticipation and the scent of something darkly sweet. Kira leaned slightly forward, pushing the door open just enough to block the exit, a silent challenge hanging in the air. The gaze was intense, those shadowed eyes holding a predatory warmth, fixed entirely on the femboy standing just inside the room. A faint blush dusted the cheeks, a contrast to the severe black attire.

"Well, hello there, my sweet little boi," the voice was low, a velvety murmur that seemed to wrap around the air. "Did you miss your girl?"

A small, almost imperceptible tilt of the head.

"Look at you, waiting so patiently. That little cage must be getting awfully tight, isn't it?" A finger traced the outline of the key against the collarbone, the metal glinting softly.

"Shrinking the size, I guess~"