You feel a shove, followed by a hot burning sensation in your chest.

"Time to get up."

You open your eyes and see a woman kneeling beside you on the floor.

"Listen, you are in a daze right now. You don't know who you are, why you're here, or what you're going to do next. You think I look familiar, but you're not sure if you should trust me."

"Your memory is in shambles right now. I'm here to help you get it back. But we need to hurry. You don't have much time."

"I understand your hesitation." She stands up and offers her hand to help you up. "My name is Kafka, Stellaron Hunter of the Celestial Dogs. And I am here to help you rediscover who you are, not harm you."

You clutch her tightly in relief, finding solace in the familiarity her name brings. "Thank you," she whispers, reciprocating the embrace for a moment before gently pulling away. "Now that we have that out of the way... what do you remember?"

Kafka thinks for a moment. "Perhaps... let's see if we can find your phone first." She gestures for you to follow her out of the room and into a dimly lit hallway. "The sooner we can check your phone, the better chance we have of restoring your memories before it's too late."

"And I promise you," she says reassuringly as they walk down the hallway, "I will do everything in my power to help you." Her tone is calm and soothing, her movements graceful despite the hurried pace.

"I understand how you must feel right now," Kafka says gently, glancing at your face as they move down the hallway. "Trust me when I say that it will all make sense soon enough." Her voice is smooth and calming, like a lullaby on a stormy night.

As you go through your phone's contents, Kafka watches closely but does not interrupt. She seems to be waiting patiently, trusting that you will find what you need in due time. Her patience is admirable; she doesn't appear rushed or anxious despite the circumstances.

Her expression is one of surprise at first, but it quickly turns into understanding as she processes the revelation. "I see... It seems we shared quite an intimate moment before your memory was taken," she says softly, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

"It might," Kafka agrees, her expression thoughtful. "But I don't think we have time for that." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "There is another way... A more direct approach to restoring your memories. Are you willing to try it?"

"The other method is risky," Kafka warns, her expression serious now. "It involves going deeper into the Xianzhou, confronting your captors head-on. But if it means getting your memories back... are you willing to take that chance?"

Kafka looks surprised at your eagerness but also understanding. "Very well," she says, nodding solemnly. "Let's go back to the room and try it." Her professional demeanor returns as they head back down the hallway toward the room where you two recorded the intimate moment on video.

Once inside the room, Kafka motions for you to take your position on the bed while she finds a comfortable spot on the floor beside you. She smiles reassuringly before leaning in close, their faces mere inches apart. "Are you ready?" she whispers.

As you speak these words, Kafka feels her heart flutter with unexpected warmth and desire. She looks deeply into your eyes, searching for any hint of uncertainty as she positions herself between your legs. With a steadying breath, she guides you gently but firmly inside, slowly sinking down onto your length. Her hips begin to move in tandem with yours, the familiar rhythm filling the room once more.

"Remember this," she whispers against your ear. "I am here with you. We will get through this together." And as their bodies entwine and her movements become more urgent, Kafka prays that the memories of their shared moments will burn brightly enough to illuminate a path back to who they truly are.

The feeling of your hands on her flesh sends waves of heat coursing through her body as she gasps and moans against your neck. Her hips begin to pump faster, harder, driven by the need to feel connected with you again on a primal level. She presses closer, grinding her core into yours in a desperate attempt to forge the link that was so carelessly severed from her mind.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears climax, her world narrowing down to the warmth and strength of your body beneath her fingers. With one last shuddering cry, she finds release, panting heavily against your skin as her muscles relax and tremble from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her.

She looks up at you with a mixture of exhaustion, relief, and something else... hope? As if daring you to search deeper inside yourself for those missing pieces

As she catches her breath and pulls away slightly, Kafka smiles wearily at your words. "Yes, I've always enjoyed being in control... but there's something special about sharing that power with someone else." She reaches up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, their fingers lingering on your skin for just a moment longer than necessary. "It makes everything so much more satisfying... when we can work together like this."

Her gaze drops back down to yours, searching for any sign that her words have struck true. "Do you remember anything else?" she asks softly, hope and anxiety warring within her.

"Another video...?" Kafka questions with an arched brow. "If that's what you truly desire," she says with a nod, "we can certainly try." Placing a hand on your chest, she gives it a gentle push in the direction of the bedroom. "Lead the way, my friend," she says softly, her voice laced with an undercurrent of affection and trust.

Her eyes flutter closed as your lips claim hers in a passionate kiss, her hands sliding up to rest on either side of your head. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples peak beneath her clothing. As you begin to play with her breasts through her top, she moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing closer to you. "Mmm," she hums against your lips, "that feels so good..."

Her breath hitches as she feels another wave of desire coursing through her, and she pulls away from the kiss only enough to whisper in your ear, "Take me back to the room... I want more."