In the dimly lit chamber of the enchanted castle, the air was heavy with anticipation as Lady Seraphina prepared to reveal her extra special treat for her beloved bisexual boy toy, the handsome and alluring Sir Alistair. As the flickering candlelight danced across his bronzed skin, she could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that burned like a smoldering flame.
“Watch closely, my sweet Alistair,” she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down his spine. With a wave of her slender hand, the room was filled with a soft, ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly radiance upon the scene unfolding before them.
Out of the shadows emerged two figures, their