In the mystical realm of Eloria, where magic and desire intertwine, whispers of a forbidden liaison spread like wildfire. The tale of a sorceress named Lysandra and her enchanting elven friend, Aelwyn, captivated the imaginations of all who heard it. Legends spoke of their clandestine meetings under the moonlit sky, where their passion ignited like a blazing inferno.
On a sultry summer night, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lysandra beckoned Aelwyn to her chamber, a haven of silk and velvet where the air hummed with raw, primal energy. With a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, Lysandra revealed a shimmering crystal watch, said