by the time alessa returned to the striped room, senna had completely lost track of time. and as her lady surely knew, she hadn't gotten a minute of sleep. if only the vibration would stop. just stop. never had senna wished something that felt so good would stop. but alessa wanted her ready; she wanted to see the drool slide slowly down her glove, and know that every drop was for her, and only her.

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