Master and Servant

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When his maids unchained and began to escort her to the house, she didn't fight. She had no ill will towards them, and she was somewhat tired from what had happened in the car. She let them wash her, and despite her current circumstances, she was glad to be clean. The maids had picked out a bandeau and an extremely short microskirt. Alessia was just glad to be out of the dress she had been wearing for days. She didn't eat any of the food they offered her, and finally they lead her to her bedroom.

The succubus frowned as she noted the bars on the window and how large her bed was. She noticed scuff marks on the bed poles and claw marks on the headboard. Lovely. The maids left her there, and she went over to the bars and spent the time until her jailer arrived moping in the farthest corner of the room.