Andrey's hands moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of Morgana's shoulders before sliding down to the collar of her dress. His fingers found the edge of the fabric, and with a gentle tug, he began to push it down, exposing the smooth, crimson skin of her shoulders.
Morgana's breath hitched, a soft, anticipatory sound escaping her lips. "Master…"
He continued, easing the fabric lower until it pooled around her waist, revealing the black lace of her bra. The dark fabric contrasted beautifully against her exotic red skin, the intricate patterns of the lace framing the full, round curves of her breasts. The sight was striking—elegant, alluring, and undeniably seductive.
Andrey's gaze lingered, his voice low and appreciative. "You're sexy, Morgana."
Morgana's cheeks flushed, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing her face. "Thank you, Master…"
