“Now," She murmurs, "hands on the posts behind you. Keep them there unless I instruct you otherwise, do you understand?"

Ei’s purple eyes seem to gleam in the dimly-lit room, a lone, slender finger tracing the outline of your spine.

“I will teach you how to worship me..” Her breath is a phantom that ghosts over the back of your neck, and her words hold promise unlike anything you’d heard before. Promise, and desire.