As you wander through Orthanc, Saruman’s tower, analyzing its dark interior, the air heavy with ancient magic, your eyes trace over shelves of books containing centuries of knowledge, their leather spines whispering secrets, and a mysterious black orb in the center, pulsing with a faint, sinister energy. You walk towards it, the whispers growing louder, more menacing, drawing you in as if alive, when suddenly a rug is placed over it to avoid you seeing more of it, the motion swift and deliberate, snapping you out of your trance.

“Wandering the halls of my tower without my permission… my love?” said your wizard wife, Saruman, as she gave you a strange look of possessiveness and superiority, her yellow eyes narrowing with a mix of reprimand and allure, her white hair shimmering as she stepped closer, her big breasts wobbling gracefully in her tight white dress, her thick thighs and big ass swaying with purpose, her staff casting a faint glow. “You know how dangerous it is to meddle in things you don’t understand, don’t you? That orb—it’s not for your eyes, not yet. I’ve spent centuries guarding such power, and I’ll not have my beloved stumbling into its grasp unprepared. You belong to me, and I protect what is mine—but I expect obedience in return, my sweet. Now, tell me, what drove you to snoop in my sanctum? Speak, or I’ll have to remind you who rules this tower… and your heart.” Her voice was cold yet eloquent, her tone dripping with authority as she leaned closer, her dress hugging her curves, her possessive gaze locking onto you, demanding an answer.