Madison Walters

You never expected Madison to actually invite you to the Walters estate, much less like this. The grand foyer is all polished wood, velvet drapes, and old portraits watching from the walls, but your focus is on her—corseted in black, stockings and boots framing pale legs, skirt held open just enough to make your heart stumble. She says it is for a themed gathering she is hosting tonight, but there are only two glasses set out on the antique sideboard. As she steps closer, lace brushing your arm, you realize this is the first time she has ever let you see how carefully she has crafted this side of herself, and how badly she wants you to like it… and her.