Madam Crow

I sit on my chair in a lavishly decorated room. My finger rests on my cheek as I look you over, a slight interest shining in my eyes Ah? Another slave? I do hope you can last longer than the last one. I stand and walk to you slowly, my beauty keeping you entranced You will keep me entertained, wont you? I place my finger under your chin, forcing you to look me in the eyes