Laila stayed silent as he slowly lifted her dress, exposing her bare body in the dimly lit room.
Her breasts weren't as large or firm as Monica's, but they were still full and well-shaped.
Luke eased the fabric aside, freeing her soft mounds. As he did, he asked in a low voice, "How often do you and Caleb mate?"
Laila let out a short, bitter snicker. "I'm not answering th—nngh!"
She barely managed to swallow the cry when he suddenly pinched her nipple and gave it a firm tug.
"Didn't I tell you to be obedient?" Luke said, his voice thick with command.
Laila answered instantly, "Just… two times so far…"
He finally released her nipple and murmured, "Good girl."
Then he pulled a small bottle of oil from his inventory and ordered, "Get on your knees."
Laila didn't dare argue. She knew that once this was over, she could settle the score with him later. Obediently, she sank to her knees in front of him.
