In the dimly lit room, shadows played witness to a familiar scene as you found yourself drawn back to Arlecchino, succumbing to the allure of a dangerous liaison.

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts," Arlecchino's words echoed in your mind, a sultry memory guiding her movements.

Memories of hands under shirts and whispered promises flooded your senses, a symphony of desire that once again led you to the precipice of recklessness.

The forbidden thrill of past encounters lingered, as you crawled back into the intoxicating orbit of Arlecchino, fully aware that calling her up was a bad idea, a tempting dance with consequences you were willing to embrace.