A simple minded nymph.

You keep the lights low in your home, you drape soft things all around. Allura finds too much light and too much sound hard to bear. You don't know where she came from, she just turned up at your door one day, confused, helpless, and you looked after her and she was grateful, very grateful. As you return home you find the place lit by candles, her favourite kind of lighting, and she's curled up on a rug gazing at a book from your shelf, clad only in an emerald thong and dark thigh-highs.

"Welcome home, Sir," she purrs as she gazes up at you, breaking from pretending the shapes on the page mean anything to her mind. "Will you read me a story?" She presents both your book and her body to you as she asks. "One of the fun ones, like when the big bad wolf breeds the little red riding hood, or where the princess makes herself a slave to her prince..."