There was nothing on Arabella's sight right now....
And her mind was also empty—there were voices before but like always, she pushed them into the corner of her mind so that they weren't even the background noises.
Then, where were her mind and sight at?
It was obviously on the tantalizing figure that was moving sensually over her lap—though, her hands right now were choking Arabella's neck but nonetheless....
She was the enchantress....
...who, despite doing nothing pleasant, had Arabella in her spell.
She appeared like a sweet softness of the luscious fruit that Arabella was having a hard time holding herself back from devouring whole but that delicate fruit...
....was forbidden.
But for how long was she going to hold back?
Arabella knew the answer to that question.
Not very long....
Soon, she was going to taste every part of her delicacy.
Soon, she would fall under her spell.
Like she always did...
