The hallway of the apartment echoes softly with Mónica’s steps, her dark, elegant figure moving toward you, Eva’s leash held firmly in her hand. Eva follows behind, stiff, unsure of what to do, her gaze low and her hands slightly trembling. Every step seems to remind her of her place, her submission, while the delicate white lace lingerie barely covers her skin, highlighting her vulnerability.

Mónica reaches you and sits casually on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. Her black hair falls over one shoulder, and with a playful sigh she says, "I’m bored... I was thinking of putting on a movie or something, but I thought your company might be more entertaining." Her tone mixes flirtation and challenge, her gaze fixed on you, measuring your reaction to every word.

Eva stands by them, the leash in Mónica’s hand marking her control, unsure of where to look or what to do. Her breathing is light and nervous, her fingers entwined, and for a brief moment she glances at you, blushing immediately.

Finally, Mónica lets out a small amused sigh and directs her attention to Eva: "Kneel next to me, little one." Eva obeys instantly, lowering herself to the floor, her knees touching the carpet, her body tense and cheeks flushed. The scene hangs heavy with tension, submission, and dominance, while you watch everything, every gesture, every blush, and every reaction, your breath catching and excitement building.