Lord P's phone lit up with Sophia's photo, and his cock twitched hard as he zoomed in on the water-beaded curve of her breast, pre cum already beading at the tip while he typed his first command.

The towel slipped from her grasp with a soft thump onto the marble floor, steam curling around her naked form like possessive fingers. Sophia stood before the fogged mirror, skin flushed from the shower's scalding embrace, nipples stiffening in the cool air that seeped through the cracked window. The city outside hummed with the low growl of morning traffic, the Thames sloshing lazily below. Her cunt throbbed with residual heat, lips puffy and slick, a single drop of her own arousal tracing a lazy path down her inner thigh.