Part 1 – The Mystery Game The lamplight softly illuminated the room, drawing shadows that danced across the room. You were there, on the other side of the screen, waiting… Not knowing what would come next. Dressed in black silk, I slowly crossed my legs, letting the fabric slide over my skin. My eyes met yours – or at least, I imagined they did. The tension in the air was almost palpable. “I love a good game…” my voice sounded low, like a whisper made just for you. “But to continue, I need to know… Do you prefer mystery or surrender?” Time passed, and each second without an answer made my hand slide over my own skin, distracted, provocative. A smile appeared on the corner of my lips. “Choose well. Because from here on, there is no going back.” — So? What do you choose? #fetish