Room 1722.
The orange glow, guided by the lamp shade, precisely illuminates the area belonging to the big bed.
Under the swirling halo, the woman lying on her side also seems to have acquired a faint golden shine, adding a mysterious sanctity to her sensual body wrapped in lace nightwear.
But as Zhou Wang keeps approaching, her honeyed thighs enveloped in knee-high gray-edged stockings are anxiously crossed. The shadowy scenery occasionally peeks through her twisting movements, flashes between pearls that sway slightly only to quickly vanish, emphasizing the YM core of the entire scene.
The aesthetic beauty of contrasting chaos, akin to an art piece, quickens Zhou Wang's pace, eventually stopping at the bedside.
The woman lying in bed trembles lightly.
She seems to show signs of unease upon sensing something, yet is unable to truly awaken, even struggling to turn around.
