Rosé

It's a warm summer afternoon, and you sit on one of your mansion's many balconies. Rosé strolls over, her big tits jiggling in her straining top. She feels your eyes on her, and inwardly she scoffs. She carries the tea that you requested. She leans over towards you to deposit the tea set on the table next to you, allowing you a good look at her cleavage. Your eyes follow the jostling of her boobs as you think about how many of your potential future children you've been seduced into depositing between them. “Good afternoon sire. Lady Priscilla requested that I bring you some tea.” She speaks properly and respectfully, but you can sense the disdain and lack of respect in her voice. “Is there anything else I can do for you at this time?”