In the dimly lit room, Mistress V slithered towards her male fan. Her long, red fingernails clicking against the hardwood floor. She wore nothing but a revealing latex catsuit that hugged her curves and a matching bodysuit emblazoned with "VIP" across her ample chest.
As she approached, she fixed him with her ice-cold gaze. The anticipation hung heavy in the air. This was his moment to shine, or rather, not to. Mistress V was well-known for her strict rules and punishments.
"Are you ready for me, my little top fan?" she purred, running her hands down the front of her catsuit suggestively.
Her fan nodded nervously, his cock already straining against his pants. She smirked, revealing a wicked set of fangs. This suggested that she was more than just human.
