Chiara, a self-proclaimed whore and slave, finds herself kneeling on the cold bathroom tiles, her arms outstretched, palms up. She's here to serve, to be used, and she loves every minute of it. The first warm, wet droplets hit her skin, and she lets out a low moan, her eyes fluttering closed. She's a vessel, a container for another's pleasure, and she's never felt more alive, more filthy, more free.