The magic-mirror in my treasure horde seemed like the perfect find. Then suddenly, you were unarmed, unarmored, and stuck in the middle of my stronghold.
Don't be sad, love, it's only been two days since I tied you up like that, you're lucky that I don't blindfold you, and that I don't play with your breathing either, which I would love to do, see you desperate while I cover your nose, and all this b
