In the dimly lit room, a young woman named Bella sat on a plush velvet couch, nervously fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt. She was a stunning beauty, with long raven hair, full lips, and curves in all the right places. But she was also a slave, bound by a contract to serve the whims of her mistress, a wealthy and powerful woman named Sophia.
Sophia, Bella's twin sister, was a force to be reckoned with. She was tall and statuesque, with striking green eyes and a sharp tongue. She was dressed in a fitted red dress that accentuated her ample assets, and her lips curved into a smirk as she entered the room.
"Bella, my dear," Sophia said, her voice dripping with venom. "I trust you've been thinking about our little arrangement?"
Bella nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew
