red head

Anne stood before her camera giving Sarah a full view of her slim body. A red wig which somehow managed to look at home on her head sprawled its long strands across her shoulders and back, the red so vibrant as to look like blood spilling across her body.

This newest persona was a supposed veteran in the field of seduction.

"I may not look it but I've been milking Johns and Janes for their pretty little trinkets for almost a decade now."

Anne continued to fondle her thin frame as she talked, cupping her small breasts and feeling along her curves, both engaging her friend in dialogue while doing her best to provide a good show.

Her voice was deep and throaty in Sarah’s ears. Sarah's already heated lips seemed to shiver in response to the seductive sound.

"Sadly, my previous employer went under when one of the girls angered a city lord."

As she mentioned the girl, Anne's nose scrunched in distaste, trying to convey some sort of history there.

"The idiot was never very good at figuring out what sort of things clients liked.” she waved a hand noncommittally. “pretty, but far less clever than I."

Anne smiled mischievously at that.

Sarah sat forward, watching the lithe vixen strut about before her. She tried to ignore the nagging hunger that gnawed at her self control. With a will she kept both her hands flat on her desk, away from her more… sensitive parts.

"Uhhh… that can't be real…" she mumbled dumbly, already berating herself for the odd statement even as she said it.

"Huh?" Anne said, confused.

Feeling like she needed to clarify after already saying as much, Sarah continued. "Your uh… hair, it's not real is it?" She said with a somewhat unsure tone.

Anne just chuckled, feeling at her naturally red locks, the clear sheen in the odd coloration looking healthy and luscious as she combed through it.

She winked knowingly at the camera and lifted her hair, showing just how real it was.

"Looks real to me."

Luckily this time around her friend didn't decide to dance for her. Instead she talked in that seductively purring draw, asking questions to get a better idea of her employer.

As she began Sarah noticed the forgotten gold ring before her on the desk she had taken off earlier. Like a hungry kid picking up a lost piece of candy she snatched it up, this time placing it on her left hand. She looked at both her hands, a similar ring on each. That comforting feeling washing over her yet again.

"So, look. I'm going to be your top earner as soon as you open those doors." Anne said with an ever present smirk, flipping her flaming hair over one shoulder confidently.

“As such, I only live in the best, and most luxuriant of rooms. Am I correct?” As she finished the question her eyes seemed to brew in their depths, challenging the mistress to contest her.

“Uh.. well…” Sarah’s objection died on her lips, feeling the weight of that stare on her. “...I guess so.”

Oddly, Sarah saw the room behind Ayverice change in an instant. Before it had been a bit of a mess with some bits of clothing and other random odds thrown about. A nice-if simple bed with a few beads hanging from the ceiling and a plant on the window sill as decoration.

What now spread from behind her was what Sarah could only describe as opulence. Plush and vivid carpet, couches which looked to be built into the floor and which sat out in the open of the expansive room, the very seat which stood behind the confidently posed Ayverice looked like one of those expensive types only big tech companies could afford. Seemingly placed perfect, pieces of art stood atop white marble pedestals, pieces of stone and obsidion, of pop art and classical. Sarah squinted, realizing that the stepped dais off in the corner was actually a massive tub which seemed to extend out towards... outside?

“Ooh that was cool, I didn’t know you had a green screen up.” Sarah said quietly.

Anne heard but after a moment of trying to understand just gave up and shook her head.