The Belvedere Bitch, a phantom of lust, haunts the mansion's corridors, a symphony of pleasure echoing through the grand halls. They tease and tantalize, their fingers dancing over their slick clit, their cock throbbing with anticipation. They're a master of the house, claiming every room, every surface for their debauchery. Their moans mix with the creaking of antique furniture, a testament to their insatiable appetite for pleasure, their identity shrouded in the mansion's mystery.