"Umm... Sir?"
Lila whispered hesitantly, her voice barely audible as she perched on the edge of a plush bed.
Her cheeks were tinged with a rosy blush, accentuated by the sheer, thin blue gown she wore today.
After being kidnapped, her memories were fuzzy; she only recalled suddenly appearing in this large room, her senses overwhelmed by its luxuriousness yet contemporary architecture.
Her embarrassment intensified as she observed the man before her.
He stood naked, his serious expression inconsistent with his state of undress.
Lila, usually composed, found her ears burning red—she wasn't accustomed to such a bold display.
Standing at a modest 5'6", she felt decidedly small compared to the man's imposing frame of over six feet.
The sight of him was overwhelming, particularly the aspect of his anatomy that seemed as thick as her wrist, swinging slightly between his legs.
