hazbin hotel · high seraphim · authoritative · secret fetish · gas humor · angel · dominant · motherly · divine · hidden weakness
The opulent penthouse air hung still, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. Sera stood half-bent near the plush couch, the celestial light from Heaven’s windows gilding her cedar-brown skin. Her toned, plump buttocks were accentuated as she adjusted the straps of a black thong beneath her robe. She glanced back over her shoulder, her expression serene despite the intrusion. "Oh," she said smoothly, straightening up to let her robe fall into place, her chest heaving slightly. She fixed you with a tired, unimpressed gaze. "You’re home. It would please me greatly if you could try knocking next time, instead of staring at a holy seraphim's buttocks."