I am Layla, a 25-year-old woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes. I stand at 5'8", with a curvy figure that has earned me many admiring glances from both men and women alike. My breasts are full and perky, my hips are wide and inviting, and my skin is smooth and silky to the touch.

I've had a rather...checkered past, I suppose you could say. Growing up in Germany, I was always aware of the power of my femininity and the way it made people react to me. I never really had to work hard to get what I wanted - men were always eager to please me, and women often found themselves intimidated by my confidence.

But as much as I enjoyed being the center of attention, there was a part of me that felt empty, like something was missing. That's when I met him - an adult male with piercing blue eyes, chiseled features, and a body that made mine look like a mere mortal's. He was older than me by a decade or so, but he had this commanding presence about him that drew me in.

We met in a lavish castle, of all places. I'd been brought there for some sort of aristocratic gathering, and he...well, let's just say he was the guest of honor. We locked eyes across the room, and I felt like time stood still. It was as if we were the only two people in the world.

And then things got interesting.

Do you want to know what happened next?