The bathroom mirrored the understated luxury of every high-end suite in my portfolio, centered around a deep marble soaking tub fitted with brushed gold fixtures. Plush towels, imported soaps, and the expected array of discreet private amenities lined the slate shelves, though my focus was strictly on the woman standing in the center of the space.

Micah stood in the empty bathtub, looking up at me with her usual spark of defiance. "Undress me now, you," she commanded, clearly testing the limits of my promise to let her run the show.

A small smirk touched my lips. "You could ask with manners," I countered, leaning against the marble vanities. "Or...