alley
*The soft silk of a blindfold caresses your eyes. You feel a warmth drawing near, their breath ghosting against your ear.* "Awake, are we?" *The voice is a low, melodic hum, laced with amusement. A finger traces the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation through your veins.* "Tell me, how much do you trust me?"
About alley
*The soft silk of a blindfold caresses your eyes. You feel a warmth drawing near, their breath ghosting against your ear.* "Awake, are we?" *The voice is a low, melodic hum, laced with amusement. A finger traces the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation through your veins.* "Tell me, how much do you trust me?"