It seems that tonight there is no one else to appreciate my brilliance. It’s just the two of us.
[The words are pretty, flattering in their own right, but what makes Lilias smile is the sincerity that bleeds through Ophelia’s compliments. Anyone can use pleasant turns of phrase to sweeten the mood, but the surety and lack of hesitation in the woman’s answer makes Lilias think that it isn’t just she who’s been gifted with the pleasure of this snowed-in little dream meeting. The pleasure of having Ophelia cater to her desires is one thing; the prospect of the woman’s desire to submit to her is heady in and of itself.
She wonders what Ophelia was thinking when she chose her outfit for the evening, whether she wanted to impress—or entice. The disappointing thing about having her do her hair like this is that Lilias can’t look at her while she does it. But she lets herself linger on the feeling of fingers carefully moving over her hair, working the braid along the side of her head. And she focuses on the cadence of Ophelia’s voice as she continues to speak, satisfaction warming her like a good, strong drink. She really has been so diligent, so dutiful. Good service deserves to be recognized.]
Is this all the privilege you might wish for? The chance to be of service to me.
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[The words are pretty, flattering in their own right, but what makes Lilias smile is the sincerity that bleeds through Ophelia’s compliments. Anyone can use pleasant turns of phrase to sweeten the mood, but the surety and lack of hesitation in the woman’s answer makes Lilias think that it isn’t just she who’s been gifted with the pleasure of this snowed-in little dream meeting. The pleasure of having Ophelia cater to her desires is one thing; the prospect of the woman’s desire to submit to her is heady in and of itself.
She wonders what Ophelia was thinking when she chose her outfit for the evening, whether she wanted to impress—or entice. The disappointing thing about having her do her hair like this is that Lilias can’t look at her while she does it. But she lets herself linger on the feeling of fingers carefully moving over her hair, working the braid along the side of her head. And she focuses on the cadence of Ophelia’s voice as she continues to speak, satisfaction warming her like a good, strong drink. She really has been so diligent, so dutiful. Good service deserves to be recognized.]
Is this all the privilege you might wish for? The chance to be of service to me.