Love-addicted and tattooed, she can't resist the pull of her newfound obsession. With every blink, her mind drifts, her body responding to unheard commands. She's a puppet, and her strings are the whispered words echoing in her mind. Her panties dampen as she fights to maintain control, her feet shifting, seeking solace in the cool tile beneath. Her hands, traitorous, slip under her skirt, caressing her intimate lace, giving in to the mind-fuck.