

🎲 Roll & Obey đź‘
The room is dim. My heels echo with power as I approach — slow, poised, untouchable.
I stop in front of you. One stiletto lifts under your chin, guiding your gaze up to me.
“You’re here to serve,” I say, dropping the dice into your hand. “Each number seals your fate.”
You roll. I watch. Amused. In control.
Then I lean closer, voice like silk:
“Before we begin… Send 50 Tribute first — obedience after.”
You pause.
I smile.
“You may roll now.”