“Do I make you excited?” was the cheeky query from the fiery man. And oh, how Esma knew the answer was yes, a ferocious, burning yes that resonated in her rebellious, young heart; she was eager for a one-night stand to satisfy the maiden’s desire. Excitement thrummed through Esma’s blood, animating her limbs as she followed the mysterious man.
“I’m Esmeray. You?” she purred in reply to the man’s question. He had to have a good, mysterious name . . . one fit for a creature like himself. Something terrifying. Something enigmatic. She grinned in anticipation - she knew what was to come, relished the idea of a night of pure fun. Hell. She was falling. She knew that once she did this, there would be no going back. But she did not want to go back! The Dane girl chafed to lose her virginity - to know what it was like. She smirked sideways at the man she was now walking side by side with.

“Ice has a beauty, can’t be controlled!”