A Night with my v*rgin maid
The morning light crept into Elara's room, illuminating the space she had occupied all night without rest. Her eyes were heavy with the tears of last night, her body was weak, but her mind wouldn't stop spinning. The same picture replayed over and over. Damien, Ariana, that kiss. Her pillow was damp from tears, and her throat felt raw. She sat up slowly, hugging her knees to steady her breath. The folded laundry on the chair remained untouched since the previous night.