In a private room filled with scattered clothes, the auction sounds from the one-way Communication Compass resonate amidst the lingering heat.
The soft cushions on the Beauty Couch are haphazardly draped over the edge, marred with creases and claw marks, silently narrating a story of their own.
Amidst the swirling incense, a woman with an exquisite figure stands on one foot, wearing a silver high heel adorned with diamonds. Her sheer white stockings delicately lift her foot, as if shrouded in a veil of white mist.
The muscles of her slender, shapely calves beneath the white silk are subtly tensed, highlighting the exquisite contours. Her rosy-white skin peeks through the runs in the stockings, exuding a distinct beauty.
Her snow-white hands brace against the wall, sliding up and down, leaving traces of gentle, disordered fingerprints as they fall weakly.
