His voice was soft yet compelling, reminiscent of a sly tempter masquerading as a benevolent deity, skillfully leading an unsuspecting soul astray.

For reasons unknown, Sabrina felt as though she was under a spell, her actions beyond her control. By the time she regained her awareness, she had followed Tyrone's instructions.

His voice, once again, cut through the silence of the bathroom.

“Massage firmly, just as I showed you before..."

The towel fell to the floor. Sabrina made no move to retrieve it.