She submits

Her eyes flicker. Her defenses crack. You watch her shoulders slump as the reality of her situation sinks in… She’s restrained, naked, dripping obscenely like a well-used fucktoy, completely helpless even without your irresistible powers. What else can she do?

And perhaps deep down, beneath the burning crimson of her cheeks, there’s also a touch of… call it lewd curiosity. A dreaded anticipation as to what you might do to her, or order her to do. The morbid sensuality of participating in her own dishonoring, to become debased in the fragile privacy of this alleyway. She shudders; the anticipation is intoxicating in its own right.

”I- I submit…” she whispers, trembling with shame.