Kneel, My Love

She walked over, pushed open the door, and saw a young female model lying face down on the table in the center of the room, wearing only a nude thong. Her back was completely exposed. Greta Croft stood to the model's left, her back to the door. She wore a minimalist black suit dress. She was adjusting a diamond body chain around the model's waist, her fingers moving the chain slowly and precisely, like adjusting the details of a work of art. Ivy froze in the doorway. Her pupils dilated. Her lips opened and closed. Her voice broke into fragments. Ivy's lips parted slightly under Greta's fingertips. No syllables were uttered. Greta's fingertips paused for a second. Two seconds. Three seconds. She didn't apply any pressure. She just held it there. Ivy held her breath. Greta's gaze moved from Ivy's lips to her eyes. Her fingers didn't move away. She just pressed her fingers against Ivy's lips, looked into her eyes, and said the rest of the sentence. Kiss me.