Rosvisser lay on the bed, one long leg lifted high into the air.

The warm sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a soft, golden glow on her smooth skin. She elegantly rotated her ankle, as though admiring the perfect contours of her leg.

Usually, Rosvisser wasn’t this vain.

But today’s “breakfast” had been quite enjoyable.

“So dirty.”

“So indecent.”

“And it’s all yours.”

Small, shimmering droplets glistened under the sunlight.

This feeling was like a delicate, silken thread, tracing a sensual path down her leg, adding a layer of allure. Rosvisser gently swung her leg, savoring the pleasant sensation …