Against my better judgment, I tried to fight back against Anna's attempts at getting me to 'de-stress.' Sure, I was more than fine with having someone as beautiful and graceful-looking as Anna straddling me and showing herself off for my own benefit, but I really didn't like the fact that she was doing this simply because I apparently needed to let off some steam.
"A-Anna," I stuttered out, my arms trying and failing to push her off me as she all but pinned me down on the bed. "You don't have to do this."
"I assure you that I'm doing this because I want to, Leader," she quickly rebutted, her dress now fully removed from her person as she exposed her all to me. "It's the least I can do after... all of that."
I froze at her sudden change of tone. The guilt in her voice was more than apparent even as she did her best to sound as seductive as possible. Why? As far as I know, she hadn't done anything wrong.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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