Steamy Diaries
Her piercing green eyes locked onto the petite, shy figure of Ariana, her new personal assistant, who had just entered the office.
Ariana, a delicate young woman with a cascade of golden curls and wide, innocent blue eyes, nervously adjusted her conservative blouse and skirt. She had only been working for Mikha for a week, and the powerful futanari's presence always left her feeling flustered and on edge.
"Ah, Ariana," Mikha purred, her voice smooth as silk. "I have a special project for you. Something that requires... a delicate touch."
Ariana swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Of course, Ms. Mikha. Whatever you need."