In the realm of the mystical Watchers, where time stands still and desires run rampant, there exists a sacred ritual known only to a select few. It is whispered among the shadows, a secret passed down through generations, a pleasure beyond compare – the Second Masturbation of the Day.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the land, the Watcher known as Ariadne prepared herself for the ritual. Her skin glistened with the remnants of the first self-indulgence of the day, a mere prelude to the ecstasy that awaited her. She adorned herself with silken robes that clung to her curves like a lover’s touch, the fabric whispering promises of carnal delights.
Stepping into the