Vivian Lucreiza continued to stare down at me for a few seconds longer, like she was savoring the current situation the same way that people savored wines or extravagant sweets; just standing there, basking in it, not doing anything else lest it 'ruin' this moment for her.
It was that sort of arrogance that really ticked me off, yet there was the undeniable power she was exuding that simply couldn't be ignore... but I had never really been known to be smart, so even as that pressure slammed down on my shoulders and attempted to get me to bow my head to her, I grit my teeth and glared at her instead.
"Why... are you... doin' this..?"
The silver eyed futanari's smile widened at that, intrigue flashing inside of those cold eyes of hers as she murmured "So the whelp can still speak..? Impressive. Most crumble beneath this little bit of real pressure... though that's where the societal pressure tends to 'help'."
