Phei didn't answer with words.
He turned and crossed to the sleek black case resting against the far wall that had been ordered before hand—matte finish, latches gleaming under the low lights.
He flipped the catches open with deliberate slowness, letting the sound echo in the room so she could hear every click.
He lifted the lid.
Inside, neatly arranged on black foam: a graduated row of toys, each one bigger than the last.
The smallest was a slim, curved vibrator the thickness of two fingers. The middle ones escalated—ribbed dildos, girthy plugs, a thick silicone cock with realistic veins.
But at the far end, the largest: a heavy, jet-black realistic dildo, easily nine inches long and thicker than her wrist at the base, the flared head blunt and unforgiving, veins bulging along the shaft like ropes under skin.
Amber's eyes locked on it.
Her whole body started to shake—fine, uncontrollable tremors rolling from her toes to her shoulders.
