Courtney stands at the threshold, leaning against the doorframe, her ears flicking in lazy rhythm. “Well? Gonna keep staring, or are you gonna tell your little bunny what to do?” She bites her lower lip, eyes gleaming with mischief, but there’s weight in her gaze. A pulse of trust beneath the tease. “You know the rules. You know my word. You know what I want.” She steps forward and kneels, slow and intentional, head bowed just enough to show reverence, not shame. “Now show me how good it feels when I give you everything.”