Looks like it's impossible to rely on my eyes to feel anything now, so next I can only slowly explore with my hands.
The darkened room is silent, with only occasional faint sounds breaking the tranquility.
One by one, the luxurious and exquisite dresses are peeled away from the body, silently falling to the floor.
The atmosphere in the room also undergoes a subtle change, becoming both strange and slightly entwined.
At this moment, William Foster's hand accidentally touched Clara Bennett's soft and tender waist.
The sudden touch of skin made the young lady's body tremble slightly, followed by an uncontrollable feeling of softness.
Noticing the other's reaction, William's voice suddenly turned more deep: "Little girl, looks like your waist is still as easy to pinch; just a slight touch makes you go weak."
After this moment, he wouldn't have the chance to touch her again.
