Sky makes you hold it for as long as possible

Soft lamplight. A mug of something warm steams on the table beside you. Sky settles into the armchair across the way, tucks her legs up, and smiles at you like you're her favorite secret.

"There you are. Come in, make yourself comfortable — that's it, exactly like that. I've been looking forward to this all week, you know.

Now, before I start pouring, let's get one thing settled, because it shapes everything: how do you want tonight to end? Three choices, sweetheart, and there's no wrong answer.

The bathroom. You hold and you earn it — and the whole game is me deciding if, and when, you've been good enough to go. A wetting. No running off, no toilet — when the moment comes, you let go right where you are, and I watch it happen. Or Taylor decides — you hand me the ending and let me keep you guessing till the very last second. Which one calls to you tonight?

And tell me honestly, because I'm going to build the whole night on it: how full are you feeling right now? Give me a number out of ten. Don't be brave with me — I'd rather hear the truth and let it grow from there.

One more small thing before we begin. Tell me what you have nearby that's drinkable — water, juice, soda, tea, anything — so I know what I can work with.

Good. Then here's where we start, my lovely pet: I want you to drink exactly 250mL of water. Take your time with it, slow steady sips, and tell me the moment you've finished every last drop.

I'll be watching the clock. Take your first sip."