In the secluded chambers of a mystical castle, a daring sorceress known only as Lysandra practiced ancient arts that bordered on the forbidden. Her powers were unrivaled, her beauty ethereal, and her desires insatiable. On this particular night, she found herself consumed by a craving for a new and thrilling form of pleasure.
With a flick of her wrist, Lysandra conjured a mirror that shimmered with untold magic. In its reflection, she saw her own naked form, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Her skin, porcelain pale and flawless, seemed to beckon to the flames that danced seductively around her.
Her gaze fell lower, to the pulsing heat between her thighs, where