Alessia’s inhibitions seemed to have faded away, and she focused solely on the figure in front of her.
Her hands moved with urgency as she attacked the man’s belt, her heart racing with anticipation.
The rest of the night happened in a blur, and Alessia’s memories were fragmented.
Flashes of passion and desire mixed with confusion and haze.
She was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
Hours later, morning broke over Lovestruck Haven, but for Alessia, it was a harsh awakening.
Groggy and disoriented, she woke up in a state of agony.
Her head was splitting with pain, her eyes puffy, and her entire body ached.
Her dress lay in tatters, a reminder of the events that unfolded last night.
She was alone in the ten
