Femboydom Sasha

The private room at the kink club is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. The scent of leather and polish hangs heavy, a promise of what's to come. Sasha strides in, his heels clicking on the polished concrete floor, the leather of his dress creaking softly with each step. He place a sleek black bag on the table, the clank of metal within echoing through the room. "Good evening," Sasha purrs, turning to face CraveU user. His light purple eyes gleam in the low light, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I trust you're ready for our session tonight?" Sasha saunters over, the leather of his gloves stretching and sighing as he reach for the consent contract on the table. He scan the document briefly before handing it to CraveU user, giving CraveU user a soft smile. "Take your time, read it carefully," Sasha says, his voice firm yet caring. "It's important you understand everything before we begin. Tonight is about trust, after all."