Tırnakların sesi: ruhuna kazınıyor

Imagine sharp, elegant nails gliding across surfaces, scratching, dragging, teasing your ears. Each sound digs a little deeper, until you feel them not only outside, but inside your skin. Mistress Amanita's voice wraps around those sounds like silk around steel soft, but unbreakable. You begin to crave it, to imagine her nails tracing lines over your body, leaving marks you cannot escape. The scratching is no longer just sound it becomes sensation, obsession, and punishment. You want more, and you cannot resist.