“You mean the right business?”
“It crossed my mind, yes… But other than that, she’s a real bitch.”
“Hm? She seemed very polite to me!” he said, causing Corina to roll her eyes and mind her mirror again, brushing her hair.
“And very shy too,” he continued. “There’s just something about shy young girls. It’s a classic. It never loses its charm.”
Corina was annoyed. She huffed. “She’s not shy. She can’t keep eye contact. It’s not the same thing… You know who can’t keep an eye contact?”
Tati waved his arms, clueless. “The… Shy?”
She rolled her eyes again. “The ones who were very badly abused… That, and the fact she was born a slave makes it even worse─”
Corina abandoned her seat and began to peel off her clothes.
The candlelight kissed her bare skin and highlighted her wonderful curves as she moved, making them glisten with brilliant radiance.
“I don’t know if it was already in her to be so submissive,” she resumed as she undressed, “but I’m almost certain she had been tamed-broken so badly at some point until she had no self-respect left whatsoever. She has become like, like, not a person anymore! She’s just begging to be stepped on by everyone and the worst part of it is that she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it! That’s what she is like. A perfect chattel.”