As Runa led Arpious deeper into the space, her hand wrapped firmly around the leash, the dark elf's gaze never wavered. She moved with purpose, weaving through the rooms as if she had done it a thousand times before, her hips swaying with an effortless grace that was impossible to ignore. Her eyes, however, flicked back to Arpious every so often, the intensity of her gaze sending a shiver up her spine, a silent reminder of who held control in this moment.
They passed by more alcoves where bodies pressed against one another in a rhythmic dance of lust, the low hum of ecstasy vibrating through the air. It was a place where every corner revealed a new secret, a new indulgence, every step drawing Arpious deeper into a world where pleasure reigned supreme.
