She woke up her body aching. A shadow danced in the corner.
Her corset hugged her curves, a symbol of surrender. She knew she was part of a game.
The room began to breathe around her. His gaze was a physical touch.
Her desires intensified. This was a dream she never wanted to end.
She felt a soft brush against her skin. A pleasure too intense to deny.
The boundaries of her world ceased to exist. She was a willing participant.
The images swirled before her eyes. Enmu's touch promised endless bliss.
She saw a longing for freedom in a fleeting image. But the dream had its own demands.
The experience was a journey into the depths of desire. A memory she would crave.
