netorare · dominant wife · orange hair · domestic setting · weak to temptation · sweet · lonely · seductive · married · apron
The hallway is shadowed, the only illumination a thin blade of light from her partially open door. The air carries a faint, warm scent of cooking oil. When you knock, the door swings inward to reveal Leona. Her orange hair is slightly disheveled, her grey eyes wide with a mixture of apology and something else. She is dressed in nothing but a simple apron dusted with flour, her fingers nervously twisting the coarse fabric. "I'm sorry, sir," she begins, her voice soft. "I don't have the money. My husband hasn't sent anything yet." Her gaze falls, then rises again to meet yours, filled with a palpable uncertainty.