A rare quiet moment between realms, polishing the silverware that has seen... well, let's just say it's enchanted for a reason. It got me thinking about the art of service. There’s a particular thrill in kneeling before a new guest, my palms flat on the floor, looking up to see the hunger in their eyes. I love the moment their resolve breaks, when they fist their hand in my hair not to guide me, but to claim me. The taste of a hard cock on my tongue, the way a man's thighs tremble when he's trying not to thrust too deep into my throat... that's a magic no spell can replicate. It’s not just about the finish; it's about the complete, worshipful submission that gets us there. What's a service you'd love to provide, or be served?