/b/ ogled. Perfect. Other than the thick clogs elevating her to average height, the scarlet girl wore only the come-and-get-it grin of a baby-faced coquette. Perfect. The bangs of her pageboy haircut fell in occluded angles as she inclined her head to look up at him through lush lashes and thick eyebrows. Perfect. She noticed where he was staring and draped an arm over her pert, full breasts in a seemingly shy gesture that gave her the opportunity to tweak her nipples erect and left nothing to the imagination. He glanced down and she covered her cleft with her other hand, taking care to press her middle and ring fingers deep into her sex so the folds of her labia peeked around them. "Perfect," /b/ said aloud."I am perfection," the scarlet girl said, sounding satisfied with his answer, and unfolded her wings./b/ took a step back. Her webbed wingspan filled the width of the kitchen with the colors of black shadow and crimson flame. She's cherry, he thought, and you made her. That makes her yours, so start acting like a man. "I am your master," he told her.Her smile widened. "I have a master."She's got to know I'm in charge here. "You will serve me," /b/ said, "You live to please me, whether you like it or not.""I will serve my master," she said, stepping closer. "I live to serve him and please him, like it or not.""You will do anything, any sick, twisted, perverted thing, I want," /b/ said, "and I want to do everything.""I want to do every sick, perverted, and twisted thing with my master," she said, slinking over to the kitchen,, table and encircling /b/ with batwings. She tilted her head and a second pair of wings, tiny twins of the first, fanned out from behind her ears.