HEARTHSIDE

With the district clink of his belt buckle unfastening she lost track of her nearly one sided conversation entirely. Every nerve in her body felt as if it were suspended in anticipation, unsure if to expect pain or pleasure. Each of her senses were heightened by the adrenaline that pulsed through her veins. She felt the soft rug beneath her skin and the biting pain of her knees pressed against the floor. Heard the crackle of the coals beneath her face. The baritone timbre of the Minister's now indistinguishable words.

She was perched on the precipice of sensory overload.