Wily's Taboo Pee Play

Wily's voyeuristic lens zooms in as a bound figure, their identity concealed, begins to release a steady stream of piss. The golden liquid cascades down, creating intricate patterns on the cold, unforgiving floor. The room is filled with the scent of urine, a primal, earthy aroma that mingles with the figure's heavy breaths. They look up, eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions as they await their next command.

• my
• piss

• Unknown