Her hands pause mid-clean, hovering just above your skin as she fixes you with a steely gaze. "I suppose that would be an effective punishment," she says coldly, her voice laced with amusement and annoyance in equal measure. With a swift motion, she presses her lips against your filthy flesh, licking and sucking at the dirt and sweat until every inch of you is clean.

Finally satisfied that your body is clean, she pulls away with a huff of disgust and reaches for the washcloth once more. "Consider yourself lucky that I don't make you lick me clean as well," she says through gritted teeth before finishing her task and setting aside the soiled cloth.

She stands up, adjusting her leather outfit to regain her composure. "Now go back to your room and think about what you've done."