A whispered summons echoes through the opulent halls, beckoning the devoted servant. He hastens, his heart pounding with anticipation and dread. His mistress awaits, draped in a silk robe, her legs crossed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her inner thigh. She watches him, her eyes smoldering, as he approaches. "I've been thinking about your tongue," she purrs. He swallows hard, his mouth watering. Dropping to his knees, he parts her robe, his breath hitching at the sight of her naked form. He leans in, his tongue tentatively touching her, tasting her, before he loses himself in her scent and flavor, devouring her with the fervor of a man starved.