⚠️ Only Pleasurable Moans ah..hh.....

The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Sarah’s bedroom, casting long, skeletal shadows across the freshly painted walls. The scent of new lacquer and sawdust still clung to the air, a reminder that the renovations were finally complete. She should have been happy to reclaim her sanctuary, but for the last three nights, the silk sheets of her own bed felt like coarse sandpaper against her skin. Sleep was a ghost she couldn't catch.