The golden chamber lived up to its name. Gilded mirrors lined every wall, reflecting Tara’s form from every conceivable angle. The sheer chiffon saree clung to her skin like a second layer, the jewels of the butt plug glinting wickedly between her cheeks. Veer stood behind her, his hands resting possessively on her hips, his breath hot against her neck.

“You’re ready, my sweet,” he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. “Our guest will be here momentarily. Remember, you exist to please. To serve. To be beautiful for us.”