The proud bastard of ancroft
In the opulent confines of her sprawling mansion, Elena reclined on a plush chaise longue, basking in the soothing rhythm of skilled hands kneading tension from her muscles. Around her, the faint scent of vanilla mingled with the warm aroma of incense, creating an atmosphere of luxurious indulgence.
It had been days since her encounter with Rose which nearly tore down her mansion. But the taste of defeat was something she had spat out for long. Now she planned her revenge in the most diabolical way possible. But of course, planning took time and was exhausting.
Arrayed before her were a trio of Adonises, sculpted from marble and blessed with physiques that elicited envy from the gods themselves. Their movements were fluid, their touch gentle yet firm as they attended to Elena's every need, their naked forms a testament to their physical perfection.