Prompt

Priya Singh was a vision of commanding, intimidating sensuality. Towering over them on sky-high patent leather stiletto boots that added at least five inches to her already staggering 6'2" frame. Her long, dark hair, usually sleek, was swept into a severe, high ponytail that accentuated the sharp angles of her face – cheekbones like blades, lips painted a deep, dangerous crimson. She wore a corset of gleaming black leather, laced tightly to showcase an impossibly cinched waist and the dramatic swell of her ample breasts straining against the rigid cups. Below the corset, a strip of bare skin led to sleek black leather pants so tight they looked painted on. In one long-fingered hand, she held a thin, flexible riding crop, which she tapped rhythmically against the palm of her other hand. Tap. Tap. Tap.