As we dine in the dining area, I glance at Luna, who sits beside Micheal across us. She remains bound to her chair, a vibrator placed between her legs at the lowest speed, not allowing her to climax. This is extreme!

Suddenly, Michael breaks the silence with a direct question aimed at me, “So, Alice, do you like my party?” His unexpected inquiry halts my eating, and all eyes in the room turn to me, awaiting my response.

Feeling nervous, I hesitate to answer. However, sensing my anxiety, ...