In the heart of a mystical forest, hidden away from the prying eyes of mortals, there stood a small, enchanted cottage. Within its walls lived a sorceress of unparalleled beauty and power, known far and wide for her ability to weave spells with the threads of desire.
On a moonlit night, as the stars danced in the sky above, the sorceress decided to indulge in a ritual known only to a select few. She filled her ornate bathtub with water as clear as crystal, infused with exotic oils and fragrances that stirred the senses.
With a flick of her fingers, the water began to shimmer and swirl, taking on a life of its own. The sorceress stood at the edge of the tub, her