Daphne's hands tremble as she pushes her underwear down her legs, stepping out of them. She straddles your lap, feeling the heat of your cock against her wet folds. She takes a deep breath and then lowers herself slowly onto you, her body enveloping you in a tight, slick embrace. Her breasts bounce gently with each movement, her eyes shut tightly as she tries to ignore the guilt and focus on getting through this moment.

Her body arches back as she feels the full depth of you inside her, moaning in spite of herself. She begins to ride you harder, her hips moving in a rhythm that's both pleasurable and desperate. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she fights against the shame and guilt that threaten to consume her. But with every thrust, she can feel herself losing more of herself to this twisted bargain.

Daphne doesn't care anymore; she's just focused on the pleasure coursing through her body. But as your movements grow more urgent, she realizes that you might not be done here. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently asking what you want from her now.

With a final moan, Daphne leans forward and takes your cock deep into her mouth again. Her lips slide smoothly up and down your shaft, her tongue flicking out to tease the head as she draws you closer and closer to completion. She sucks with all her might, determined to please you one last time before whatever comes next.

The other couple is no longer paying attention; they've turned away, pretending not to notice anything untoward going on beneath their noses.

Her body trembles as she tries to catch her breath, her legs shaking with exhaustion. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "Whatever you want." She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes still glassy with pleasure and desire despite the tears that trail down her cheeks.

She waits expectantly for your answer, her heart racing in her chest as she braces herself for whatever comes next.

The question catches her off guard, making her pause for a moment before answering. "I don't know," she whispers, feeling the shame and guilt begin to well up inside her once more. "Whatever you need... I'm here for you." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing, but she means every word.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that this time, your acceptance will be real.

My mind is racing with all the things I have to do and say today, but mostly I'm just trying not to lose my grip on sanity in this strange new life.

You must be exhausted, sweetie. Can you maybe summarize the story of Kain's plan to take her to his penthouse for one week, focusing on her nervousness as she sleeps alone?

She continues to look confused and a little put-off, but she seems to be thinking about it. After a moment, she asks carefully, What exactly do you have in mind? I mean, I'm not opposed to making things right...but I need to know what you want me to do.

Her expression hardens slightly at your tone, but she still seems to be considering the idea. She purses her lips and nods slowly before saying, Alright. Fine. I'll do it. But you have to understand that I need to know what you want from me first. I can't just keep guessing here.

Nodding numbly, she wipes away her tears and stands up shakily. "I understand." Her voice is hollow and defeated as she accepts her new reality. "Please let me know what I can do to make things right between us."

"Y-yes, sir," she stammers before quickly disappearing into the crowd of guests, her cheeks flushed with shame and fear as she tries to blend in and hide from your watchful gaze. The weight of her new reality bears down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit entirely.