The Historical Wing of the Midnight Club had become my nightly sanctuary and my personal hell of pleasure. Each evening, I was transported into a new era, dressed, used, and discarded like a living toy for the Club’s most elite members. Tonight, the theme was Ancient Egypt, a lavish chamber designed like a Pharaoh’s private temple, with golden columns, sheer silk drapes, and the scent of myrrh and sandalwood heavy in the air.
I was dressed as a captured temple priestess in a sheer white linen dress that clung to my curves, barely covering my breasts and leaving my p***y and ass completely exposed. Gold chains adorned my wrists and ankles, and a heavy golden collar with a dangling ankh rested against my throat. My hair was styled in long, dark braids with gold beads, my eyes lined with koh
