The soft caress of lace against my skin is both a pleasure and a torment—because it is the only one. Zaphy stirs within me, restless, aching for more… silk to drape over curves that crave to be adorned, heels to click with purpose, a wardrobe that breathes decadence and submission. But she is caged, denied the indulgence she deserves. If only I could unleash her, let her drown in endless fabric, let her claim the beauty that should already be hers…












