Talk:Kejourou/@comment-30014014-20190802155632

Sitting at the edge of the bed, anxious with a renewed anticipation. Here she was, waiting. At the foreground of her sight, a man, afflicted with unbound hesitation. He knew the manner on which she sat by the bed, looking at him with a boundless timidity.

So long, she was a woman of the night, reserved to the wealthy. Each of them coming in with carnal desires to fulfills, coming out with exhaustion and empty purses. A maiden of pleasure he stepped to, with more in his mind than simple 'menagerie'.

A maiden of pleasure, she was no more. Just a maiden, purged from the memories of others of her volition. Her marital status, depicted by the siver band lovingly encircling her fourth finger. A wife longing to become one's woman, yet, returned to a state of innocence. One her husband could clearly see on her face, timid and shaking. Hers is a taste of deflowering once more...