Midnight's silence is shattered by the faint click of a lock, a shadow slipping into the room. She's a vision in leather, a ski mask concealing her face, but the hunger in her eyes is clear. Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight before her—a man, naked, sprawled out on the bed. His cock, thick and hard, lies against his thigh, a silent invitation.

She moves with practiced stealth, rope in hand. She ties his wrists to the bedpost, his chest rising and falling with rhythmic breath. He hasn't woken yet, unaware of the storm about to hit.