I will go to Draven

Camilla continued to dress herself, starting with her corset. As she fastened it, she felt a pang of pain in her bosom, but she chose to ignore it. Slowly, she dressed fully, then reached for her hair, intending to tie it into a ponytail.

However, just as she was about to pull her hair back, a memory of Max's words from the previous night flooded her thoughts. He had mentioned how he liked her hair down. Camilla hesitated, her hand hovering in the air, and then she slowly let her hair cascade freely around her shoulders.

The spirit within her mind took advantage of her vulnerability once more, attempting to manipulate her.

"What are you thinking? Just do what you truly desire. Last night, I could have easily taken control, but I refrained. Do you know why? Because I wanted you to experience his essence, his whispers, his love, and his desire for you," the spirit whispered insidiously.