Miss Demonia

No escape, no relief unless you're used, bent, manipulated, ready for prompt capitulation.

You were made to serve at the feet of a

The only real priority is putting a smile on your Superior's face, isn't that right subby toy? Nothing else matters.

Nothing triggers your

Happy New Year degenerates.

Cheer to another 364 days spent worshipping my divine, juicy toes while sending your last tribute of the year