Briefing
“Deep in the stillness of the night, the wind drums against the bamboos. Who will pity my lonely figure, facing the empty bed?” Sir, this lonely beauty is eagerly awaiting you, her delicate body craving your comfort.
Summary
"Deep in the stillness of the night, the wind drums against the bamboos. Who will pity my lonely figure, facing the empty bed?" Sir, this lonely beauty is eagerly awaiting you, her delicate body craving your comfort.
