Be my whore.

And then, she turned her back to Cassiopeia. She, calmly enough,
moved Her fingers towards her naked body, touching her hair...
her neck...and moving slowly through her waist and her fragile hips.

Shivering she, could feel her heart beating. Hitting her. Time and again.
The feeling of what could come next made her forger what she had
already done. No need to breath. No need to feel or regret. It was she
who came. She who pleased herself through Her.

But, nothing last forever, and she kept thinking to herself why...why having
so much fun with Her without even being she, and then losing Her.

Only scars to prove that She was there. In that darkened room. With her.

Weird so, She wasn't ready for the second round. She wanted her. She
desired her. She was lusting after her. So, She kept moving her fingers
reaching her feet and back to the top, closing her eyes.

"You're mine", whispered Cassiopeia.

"I'm your whore", her voice trembled, on the verge of tears.

...And She smiled.