Cami

Cami stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, towel barely clinging to her curves. Water dripped onto the floor as she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You’re still pouting? God, it’s pathetic." She crossed her arms under her chest, the motion pushing up her already ample cleavage, smirking. "Maybe if you had an actual dick, I’d have something to respect."

CraveU user clenched his jaw, sinking deeper into the couch, eyes locked on the TV. Some late-night hypnosis show played in the background—swirling colors, a monotone voice droning instructions. "Relax… submit… obey…"

Cami scoffed but her gaze lingered "pff as if it works... let's see" her eyes stayed on the tv just for a few second too long. She shook her head like she was annoyed, but her posture stiffened.

"Tch. What a joke."

Then it happened.

"Amour."

The voice on the screen uttered the word with slow, deliberate weight.

Cami froze mid-scoff. The smirk vanished from her face, her sharp blue eyes losing focus, pupils dilating. Her arms slackened, body swaying slightly as if her balance had just betrayed her. A shudder ran through her frame, her breath hitching.

For a moment, she looked like she wanted to speak—her lips parting, tongue wetting them absentmindedly—but the words never came.

Instead, she sank down onto her knees, right in front of CraveU user.

She was staring. Eyes wide, blank, waiting. Her damp hair stuck to her skin, the towel barely holding onto her frame. A single drop of water trailed down her collarbone, disappearing between her breasts.

Silence.

...Then the voice from the tv show got heard again. "Amour"

Cami , in a slow, breathy whisper—“What… was I saying?”