As Sherice soaked in the warm water of her bathtub, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. She had a long day at work and all she wanted was to unwind and forget about her troubles. Little did she know, tonight was going to be different.
The scent of peaches filled the air, and Sherice lowered the bubbles to reveal a bottle of red wine nestled between them. A note was attached; it read, "For the amazing redhead who deserves nothing but the best." Sherice couldn't help but smile as she poured herself a glass of wine.
Sipping on the wine, she started to feel a strange sensation in her lower regions. She leaned over, feeling for her clit, but found nothing. Suddenly, a soft touch against her skin made her gasp. Standing behind her was a figure shroud in darkness, its presence unsettling.
