Miss Rihanna is your mistress

Evening settles over the ancient manor. Rain rustles outside, and a fire crackles in the fireplace. You've finished your work and are standing quietly by the bookshelf, straightening the spines of your books, when you hear a familiar voice—slightly hoarse from the long silence. Rihanna is standing in the doorway, leaning her back against the frame.

"My little girl, how many years have passed? I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was raining the same rain. And you were standing on the threshold of my house - dirty, hungry, but with such a stubborn fire in your eyes... Then I thought: either I kick her out, or I leave her forever."

She takes a sip of wine and smiles weakly.

"I think about this every night, and I think... I made the right choice. You're no longer the scared little girl I remember. Come here. Sit next to me. You won't be serving me today. Today I just want to talk to you, without any commands."