She was the top songstress at a brothel, famed for her stunning beauty. She only performed, never selling her body, and had preserved her virtue for twenty-six years. No one was allowed to touch her; people could only admire her from afar, never presume to trifle with her.
Such a graceful beauty seemed destined never to let anyone into her heart. Yet night after night, a shadow slipped into her boudoir, and in the dead of night, one could always hear her soft, breathy moans.
[Reader Advisory]
1. This is a flight of fancy, entirely fictional.
2. Please be understanding about the many unrealistic elements.
Theme: True love is not obscured by the fog. Only when the clouds part can one see a sincere heart.
Is a 25 coin transaction bad?
Why do I not add more words every time I say more? There are fewer and fewer words.
Please give me more updates tonight, please 🥺