Her eyes darted around frantically, looking for something, anything—
And landed on the wall.
There, partially hidden behind a stack of art supplies, was a torn poster. One of Min-jung's own works—a naked woman with pink vibrators bandaged onto her nipples, her face twisted in ecstasy, her body covered in sweat and cum.
Reference material. Practice drawings. The kind of thing Min-jung kept around for anatomical study.
An idea—desperate, degrading, but potentially brilliant—sparked in Hana's panicked mind.
She moved. Fast.
Scrambling on her hands and knees like an animal, Hana lunged for the bed, grabbed the three vibrators Raven had set down, and ripped open the packaging with her teeth.
"What are you—" Raven started, genuinely surprised.
But Hana didn't answer. Couldn't answer. She was too busy pressing the first vibrator against her right nipple.
The adhesive backing stuck to her skin with a soft thwick, sealing the buzzing device directly over her sensitive nub.
