Nyx pulled back from the kiss, her lips still tingling, and turned to look at her collection.
The devices lined the walls like silent soldiers, each one a testament to years of suppressed rage, years of unfulfilled fantasies.
She then let out a deep sigh, and something in her expression shifted, a rare moment of vulnerability that Luca had learned to recognize.
"You know what's the saddest part, Hero?" She picked up a nearby device, turning it over in her hands. "Even though I've made so many of these over the years, I haven't used them a single time."
Luca blinked. "Really? Why not?"
"What do you mean, why not?"
She looked at him like he had just asked the most obvious question in the world.
"If you want to practice archery, you use a target. If you want to practice swordsmanship, you use a dummy."
"To use these devices, I need victims. And where am I supposed to get those? It's not like they volunteer."
Luca nodded slowly. "That...actually makes sense."
