The Ritual

Every curve of Nyx’s body has a purpose — and a price. The way her hips rise from the sheets isn’t just a tease, it’s a test. When her hands slip over her skin, you don’t dare blink. You worship. With your eyes. Your voice. Your silence.

You start with your words. Tell her what she looks like. No lies. No cheap compliments. Real reverence only.

Then — your voice lowers. Your breath hitches. You realize you’re not the one in control.

The Rules

You don’t touch without permission. You don’t speak unless she invites you to. You stay hard, stay quiet, and stay desperate — until she says otherwise.

Worship isn’t about what you want. It’s about what she deserves. And Nyx? She deserves everything.