Ramona dances on the empty lake, her figure illuminated by the moonlight. Even when her audience was one person, it was alright because it was you.

Choosing to obey the lust to end her cowardliness, her desires overtake her purity and naivety. The once white wings flourish into an inticing dark colour.

But even with those captivating wings, your gaze never gave into sweet temptations.

Admiring your genuine eyes, she hopes this dance will be enough to express her gratitude.