Minnie's eyes are locked on Lisa's as she cries out.
Minnie's pride and discomfort have been worn past the breaking point tonight, but his question is quite the power trip.
Still, in the state she's in, and with one caveat out of loyalty that just /can't/ be ignored, Minnie grants even this ultimate surrendeur by her standards.
"Tonight, You" she gasps under Lisa's gaze, "Yours to command, use, yours to fuck. Please, Mistress."
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