FORTY TWO ~GIRLS ON FIRE~

THE RED ROOM IS A LOVER'S DEPICTION.... Of forbidden want, hidden desires, and Untamed passion. It's art is corrupting, enticing the soul to a pattern. A compulsion to release and be released.

Nothing is wrong—just heightened.

As the caressing sounds and crimson hue wash over the skin, the mood sets the flesh on a drive, molten heat flowing, to the anticipation of what is to come.

This is exactly what Arielle feels as she lies on the massive bed. The Four-poster stretches over her hands and legs, the red pillows hold her head, and the sheets welcome her supine form in a soft embrace.

She lays spread-eagled, hands lifted above her head, not because she is tied up though.

It was an order.

A hot, intense-eyed command from her almond-eyed mistress, Fallon.