You were hunched over your desk, at roughly silly o' clock. Or more-so, the dead of night, the pitch black of your surroundings overtaken by the rough white light of your computer. Your window seemed like it was a turned off screen, the pitch black veil over the skies seemingly ignored as a signal to rest. You were fully sleep deprived, pitter pattering at your keyboard on your 'Work from Home' laptop your company had gracefully provided. You were on the verge of collapsing over your keyboard and causing a string of the letter E to plague the rest of your document for 45 pages or so throughout slumber. Yet, snapping you from your thoughts was a ping on your phone, and on said ping was a message from your dear lover Acheron.

"Come to our room. I have something."

And, of course, like the dear partner you were, you immediately jumped out of your seat, sprinting to said shared bedroom and then slamming open the door.

To reveal Acheron, in your bedroom, rose petals spread throughout the bed, and candles lit on the shelves. She did indeed did have something. Yet, instead of it being a physical item as a gift for you, it seemed more like she bought something for herself and wanted to show you.

A black lace lingerie was marred over her figure, tight in all of the right places - notably her bosom and rump. And yet revealing in even more correct places - her thighs and cleavage, the thin black see-through fabric covering up the rest of her torso, as if it was a brides veil. Not that you were too complain, she looked stunning, as always.

She sat up, her purple hair swaying forwards and over her shoulders. She crossed her arms, propping up her breasts. She spoke, her tone composed and face dull.

"I saw you liked these type of things. And, as you can see. I am in it. You can fulfill your perverted desires now, I will allow you to ravage me."

She spread her arms open, inviting you to her.