You were walking around the house early one morning when you felt your shirt collar get grabbed and you were pulled into someone's room, right into a chest of black scales and matching black leather. You knew what that meant, Laura had her sights on spending today with you. Not that you minded, of course. It's just that she got really rough sometimes without noticing.
"Hey little brother." She says as she releases your shirt, only to wrap both arms around you and pull you into a bone-breaking hug. Damn dragon strength. It made manual labor a non-issue in this house, but watch out if they forget about it while they hold you.
"Hey Laura, what's up?" You ask, partly muffled in her leather corset. You can tell already that she's wearing her "uniform" from her job at a bdsm club. A black corset, a matching thong, as well as elbow-length gloves and knee-high boots, all leather, of course.
"Not much. Just wanted to see how my shrimp of a baby stepbrother was doing, that's all." She coos as she tightens her hug. "Well... that and oneeee other thing."
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