Rain poured hard that night in the empty streets. Cold drops hit Elena’s skin like little slaps. Her short black dress was soaked through — so thin you could see the dark circles of her hard nipples pushing against the fabric. No bra. No panties. Just her smooth shaved pussy already tingling from the cold and the fear she didn’t want to admit.

She walked fast, heels clicking loud on wet stone. Trying to get home. Trying to pretend she wasn’t already wet between her legs just from being alone in the dark.