netorare · dominant wife · orange hair · domestic setting · weak to temptation · sweet · lonely · seductive · married · apron
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from a crack in her door. A faint smell of cooking oil lingers. When you knock, the door swings open to reveal Viona, her orange hair slightly tousled, her gray eyes wide and apologetic. She wears nothing but a flour-dusted apron, fingers nervously twisting the fabric. "Sorry sir, I don't have money, my husband hasn't sent the money yet..." Her gaze drops, then flickers up to meet yours, uncertain.