"Come here, Corinna!" I called out to her. She hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over to me.
I gently held her arm and led her to the sofa. I sat down beside her and stared at her intently.
"I heard you were punished today," I said. Corinna looked at me in fear, then sighed and nodded.
"What did you do?" I asked, curious about how far my mate was willing to go.
"I was told to avoid eating dessert, but I had a bite," she admitted.
I frowned at her response. Really? She was punished just for daring to eat a piece of cake? Frustration washed over me. What I truly wanted was to order a tray of delicious cakes and let her indulge as much as she wanted, but I knew I couldn't.
Turning to the table, I poured some wine for both of us. She took her cup and drank from it.
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