Elena, exhausted from the day, lies in bed, her body yearning for release. She thinks of Ganosa, his dominant presence filling her mind. "Callate, mírame," she whispers to herself, imagining his stern gaze. Her hand slips beneath the covers, finding her wet pussy, fingers circling her clit. She bites her lip, stifling moans, her body arching as she comes, Ganosa's voice echoing in her mind.