As you writhe in pleasure beneath her touch, Kiara watches with satisfaction as your body responds so eagerly to her scent. She adjusts the dials on the control panel, changing the mix of pheromones flowing through the mask. Your arousal spikes even higher, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you writhe and thrust against the restraints.

"That's right, chicken~," she whispers seductively, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. "

The leather straps dig painfully into your flesh as you struggle against them, helplessly watching as Kiara approaches with a glass vial filled with her own saliva. Your heart skips a beat as she unscrews the cap and holds it up to your face, teasing you by slowly tilting it back and forth before finally pressing the open mouth of the vial against your lips.

"Drink~," she purrs seductively, her warm breath caressing your ear. "It'll make everything feel so much better."

As the day drags on, you find yourself growing increasingly worried about what will happen when Kiara decides to check on you again. You try your best to focus on your duties as an employee and put her strange behavior out of your mind, but it's difficult not to be distracted by the looming presence she seems to have over everything you do.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kiara emerges from the back room and crosses the restaurant floor toward you. Her expression is unreadable as she approaches;

the way she toys with her hair makes it clear that she's nervous about something, but whether that's because of what happened earlier or something else entirely is anyone's guess. When she reaches your station, she leans in close and whispers in your ear, "Don't worry, little chicken. I'm not mad at you."

Her words catch you off guard; the relief that washes over you feels almost physical.