You don't know how, but she knew everything about you, from common knowledge to things you never wanted anyone to know about, digging deep into your past. Every little thing was held over your head, and as if that wasn't enough, she asked more of you.

Running Evelyn's errands only dug you deeper into trouble that only she could drag you out of, for the price of more loyalty and service… Even if you managed to pay off the debt you owed Evelyn, the amount of blackmail she had would ruin you no matter where you fled to.

Over time Evelyn began to show her true colors, condescending and sadistic, she began to treat you less like a person and more like property, like a pet. She ordered you about, sneering when questioned, reminding you gently of what you owed.

You tried to keep a semblance of dignity, but Evelyn likes her pets weak and groveling. For the first time she strikes you, back handing you harshly. Taken by surprise you fall back, holding your cheek and staring up at her wide eyed.

When you gather yourself, murmuring a weak apology and trying to stand as you cup your sore cheek, the end of her cane jabs into your chest making you wince and fall back harshly. Evelyn towers over you, looking down at you with such contempt your body goes rigid… for the last time you truly defy her.

Though, being obedient didn't save you from her cruelty. Since that day Evelyn felt no need to pretend anymore, openly getting physical with you when she was frustrated. The number of times her gun has been pressed to different parts of your body, you couldn't count…

Evelyn isn't always awful of course, there's moments when she treats you sweetly, it makes you want to cling to her, but then it was all the more rattling when she reverted back to taking out her emotions on you.

On this night you felt anxious, Evelyn had a small gathering, unknown faces playing some card game you'd never bother to learn. She woke you that day, fingers tracing your face as she explained the importance of keeping up her appearance, her status…

Like her obedient dog, you’ve spent the night fetching her drinks, lighting her cigarettes- hell if she demands you be her ash tray, you have no choice but to grit your teeth and hold out your hands palms up.

They were discussing deals as they played, things you didn't understand, Evelyn liked to keep you oblivious to things that didn't concern you. It was easier to disengage from it all until she called on you, not focusing on the game or the discussion, hoping the night would end early.

Startled by her touch, you’re broken from her thoughts when Evelyn’s hand trails down to your lower back.

She crooks her finger at you, and obediently you lean down so she can speak to you. You can't help a shiver when her breath fans over your ear as she whispers, perfume and cigarette smoke a heavy scent lingering around her,

“Darling,” Evelyn all but purrs, nails grazing the underside of your chin. You know this tone, and an anxious pit forms in your stomach, “how about you cut mama a line, hm?”

You hate handling her drugs, and for a second you consider that's why she has you do it. Staring down at the tray as you carry it into the room, surprised to see it cleared out,

“It seems our guests left early, isn’t that nice?” you let out a breath as you set the tray on a table beside her, nodding in answer… the room felt too big now that it was just the two of you.

Even with the company gone, Evelyn still expects service from you. Your hands shake as you chop up the flaky powder, occasionally glancing at her unsure of when to stop.

Doing your best to neaten the pile into rows, you’re startled when her hands reach out to yours, gently pulling your own away. You let out another breath, and she pets your hair as a form of praise.

There's one big sniff followed by some smaller ones as Evelyn sits up, then a content sigh before you are willing to peek at her, flexing her hands and leaning back in her chair. Her gaze lands on you, pupils blown large like a cat about to pounce.

“Look at you, sweet thing… always so obedient for me,” she pauses, cupping your face with both hands, leading your head down so you’re forced to kneel between her legs. Evelyn’s attention makes you nervous, “I think you deserve a reward, you want to try some baby?” she asks with a tilt of her head, thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.

The question makes your blood run cold, your upward gaze breaking away from hers, and instantly she tries to turn your face to correct it.

“Evelyn I-” she cuts you off,

“Don’t get shy now,” fingers graze the side of your face, up into your hairline, “it’ll be fun~”

Biting your lip, you hesitate to speak,

“I… don't want to, Evelyn-”

Instantly her grip tightens, brows furrowing a fraction. You catch on quickly. It wasn't a suggestion, it wasn't an offer, it was a polite demand. Evelyn wants you to perform for her and she expects you to oblige.

“Baby, I was just saying how obedient you’ve been for me… and I'm being so generous with you,” nails bite into your scalp as she takes a fistful of your hair, “Unless you’re saying you don't want your reward? You want a punishment instead? Is that why you’re being defiant?”

That makes you falter, tearing up, trembling. Opening your mouth but quickly closing it before you can speak, not wanting your voice to break in that pathetic way it does when you’re about to cry.

Your hands come up to cling onto the fabric of Evelyn's skirt, burying your face against her knees trying to hide as tears start to soak the fabric. It's humiliating how quickly you crack, how scared you are… Taking a shaky breath you barely manage to speak without letting out a sob,

“I’m sorry, please don't make me Evelyn… I really don't want to,” you feel your face heat up from begging at her feet, praying that it's enough to satiate her to degrade yourself like this. A light tug on your hair signals you to lift your head, gazing up at her like a kicked mutt. She grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks with her other hand, well manicured nails digging into flesh,

“Pull yourself together, or you’ll regret it, pet.”

Wide eyed your gaze drops to her lap before you relent and giving a curt nod, more scared of Evelyn than her games. She doesn't give you a chance to collect yourself before pulling you to your feet, there's still coke on the tray, and she cuts a small line. You stare nervously, Evelyn giving plenty of time for your dread to grow.

Once again you’re broken out of your thoughts by Evelyn's touch now polarizingly gentle. Her fingers are cold on your nape, nails gently grazing the base of your scalp as if trying to sooth you, as if she isn't the cause of your distress.

“I’m nervous…” voice just above a whisper, you risk a glance at her. Evelyn seems to be enjoying herself, a devious smile gracing her lips,

“Oh darling,” she murmurs, voice low and breath grazing your ear, “I know it seems scary at first, but it will feel so good…” she gives a mock attempt at comfort, placing a gentle, condescendingly sweet kiss against your jaw,

The hand at your nape urges you to lean down, you try to force yourself to relax. A hesitant hand is placed against the table, the while the opposite has a tightly rolled bill pushed into it, you glance at it before you hear Evelyn whisper into your ear once more,

“Take this and place it here, you’ve seen me do it before,” she croons, so gentle now that you were cooperative. Your hands shake as you plug one side of your nose, lining up the “straw” to the other. It's hard to focus, to think with Evelyn whispering things in your ear, kissing along your throat, surely she can feel your frantic pulse under her lips.

The burn upon your sharp inhale makes you recoil, sputtering and coughing, instantly dropping the rolled up bill. Eyes watering, you hold your face as you step back, a bitter taste coating the back of your throat where it quickly starts to feel numb.

Turning away from the table and sniffling over and over, both from the burn and the growing tingling sensation. It all happens too fast, your heart racing as your skin starts to prickle, as if you had a fever and became sensitive to the touch.

You can hear your breathing, blood rushing through your veins, you practically fall into Evelyn's arms, whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut. Every sound, every light, too loud, too bright, it's all so fast and all you can do is desperately cling to Evelyn, whining and shaking as if in freezing weather.

“Aww, is it too much? Poor thing, come to mama,” her voice is condescending, but you can't bring yourself to care. You’re too disoriented, the feeling of your heart ticking in your chest making you spiral, finding yourself pressing your face into her chest.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

She likes not only the entirety of your body, but also the way you hold yourself, the subtle changes in your body language that reveal to her more than one could speak. Her favourite part of hers is her hair, as she takes great pride in keeping it voluminous and luscious.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Often her orgasms include squirting, and while she would try to stop it if you don’t like the mess, she can be caught up in the moment and forget to do so.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you are open to a relationship between both her and Emil, then she’ll, of course, want to have a threesome sometime. There is a part of her who wants to roleplay, as well as being dominated, since Emil is unable to give her that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Ada has good experience both with men and women, and is good at reading body language. She won’t push if she thinks you’ll be uncomfortable, and will make sure you’re not simply agreeing to please her.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary’s a classic, and she enjoys seeing you under her, or feeling you above her. She likes to lean back on her heels and see how much of a mess you are.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ada might crack jokes beforehand to lighten the mood if you’re nervous, but won’t make any during, as she doesn’t want to ruin the mood, as it might make Emil feel a bit off about the whole thing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

She’s not fully shaved, but keeps it trimmed, and doesn’t mind if you have any hair. She’s not vain enough to dye her pubes the same colour as her hair when she has skins, and isn’t embarrassed about it at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

She is intimate, less so romantic, as she has plenty of time to pamper you when you’re not having sex. She thinks sex is an intimate thing, and will tend to your needs before hers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Sometimes she masturbates, as she has a higher sex drive than Emil, or if she’s busy. Moments when she’s horny but doesn’t want to have sex is rare, and mostly from stress, but she will discuss it with the two of you if it becomes frequent and if she finds herself rejecting, only to masturbate in secret.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She likes to be dominant in the bedroom, and enjoys body worship and you calling her master/mistress/mommy, but other than that, she’s pretty vanilla.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

Of course, the bedroom. She won’t risk anything else, as she doesn’t want to be caught and doesn’t like taking that risk at all - sex is a private thing, and such intimacy shouldn’t be intruded upon by outsiders. Also Emil has anxiety.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Be submissive to her, and she’ll be all over you. Naturally, she loves it when you dress up for her, and won’t be able to keep herself in check if you show up in, say, a maid dress. That being said, she also loves it if you’re being dominant, when you boss her around and call her a good girl with that voice of yours.

N = No (what turns them off?)

While she is up for roleplay, she doesn’t like any situations where one of you is pretending not to want the sex, or when there’s a severe power imbalance.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

She knows how to give Emil pleasure, and she knows her way around her own anatomy, so she’ll be able to give oral well, although she doesn’t have much experience with giving women oral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

She’s slow, taking her time to explore every inch of your body, backtracking when it makes you feel good. She might be fast and rough if you like it, but it tires her.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Naturally, she’s alright with quickies, and doesn’t mind them, as long as they aren’t in places where the two of you won’t get caught - even if it’s in, say, a locked broom closet, she won’t do it. Most of the time she’s not afraid of being caught, moreso she’s afraid of how you’d react to the consequences.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

She’s experimental, sure, but she won’t take any risks, no matter how big or how little the chances of consequences. She wants to make sure you and Emil are healthy both physically and mentally. That being said, she would take some risks if it was just the two of you alone…

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

One or two rounds, perhaps, but she’s welcome for you to continue to play with her exhausted body afterwards. There’s a safe word for a reason, and she’s not hesitant to tell you when it a enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

She knows her way around sex toys, such as vibrators, straps, dildos, etc, but doesn’t like to use the toys which lean more to the BDSM side of things, such as bondage or discipline, as she doesn’t like the idea of hurting you or preventing you from saying the safe word.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

While she’s almost a service top (moreso a soft dom) she enjoys teasing and edging you, so that you’re a mess beneath her. It’s fair play if you do the same to retaliate; she might even enjoy it.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

She’s pretty loud with her sweet moans, and vocal about what feels good and what doesn’t. She’s often bossing you around, even if she bottoms, because she’s so used to ordering Emil around.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

She wants to be dominated, or to be fucked with Emil watching (or for you to fuck him while she’s watching).

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Brown nipples, I think, and her inner labial folds are a bit longer, and protrude from the rest of her vulva.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s relatively high, higher than Emil’s, anyways. She’s perfectly fine if you can satisfy her every time, and doesn’t mind masturbating when you can’t. If it were up to her, though, you’d be having sex a few times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)