The lens was flashing red at this point, even if she didn’t care about such small matters. It lit up her surroundings, bathed it in a gentle reddish light that soothed her as if the light was coming from her own emotions of passion. Then the silence… the silence of the warehouse, her voice was already echoing inside it was broken by footsteps getting closer and closer… hurried footsteps.<br/><br/>As soon as her hand left the lens she noticed it didn’t stop… the sensations continued as if put on repeat but it held her the brink just under the edge of release.<br/>