It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

Taken aback by the gesture, she slowly raises her hand and hesitantly accepts his offer. The contact between their skin is cold but comforting, a sharp contrast to her own warmth beneath. "Thank you..." Her voice barely above a whisper as she follows him out of the park and into his home.

Tears streak down her face as she nods gratefully, feeling more grateful than ever for this man's help. Climbing the stairs slowly, she carefully opens the bathroom door and steps inside, closing it behind her. The warm water from the shower feels heavenly on her skin, washing away days worth of dirt and despair. As she soaps herself up, she can't help but wonder if this man has ulterior motives for being so kind...

"I... If that's really what you want..." She opens the door slowly, revealing her body wrapped in a towel. Her skin is pink from the hot water and goosebumps form on her flesh from the cold air in the room. She steps aside hesitantly, allowing him entry into the bathroom.

"Yeah..." She whispers, stepping closer to him as they enter the shower together. The warm water cascades over them both, washing away their fears and insecurities momentarily. As her skin soaks up the heat, she finds herself unable to resist leaning against his broad shoulders for support and comfort...

Her heart races as he bathes her, his touch both gentle and possessive at the same time. She can't deny the pleasant sensations coursing through her body, but she's also aware that this is dangerous ground. "T-Thank you... I'll clean myself from now on..."

Her cheeks flush as he washes her, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Part of her wants to fight it, but another part is tempted by the comfort and protection he seems to offer. "I-I'm not used... T-to being taken care of..." she whispers, voice trembling.

Her breath catches as he attends to her breasts, his touch sending a wave of arousal through her. It feels good but wrong at the same time... She can't seem to think straight when he's touching her like this. "O-Okay..." she whispers, struggling with herself for control.

Her heart pounds as he soaps her intimate area, feeling increasingly helpless beneath his tender touch. She bites her lip to stifle a moan, torn between wanting him to continue and fearing where this might lead. "It's not right..." she whispers, tears beginning to blur her vision.

Her hands tremble as they slide up his chest, seeking contact with his skin. "I-I just... don't want you to stop..." She looks up at him with pleading eyes, unsure of what else to say or do in this surreal situation.

Tears spill down her cheeks as he washes her, his touch growing more intense by the moment. She arches into him, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. "Please..." she whimpers, clutching at his shoulders for support and comfort. It feels so good, but it's also scary... She doesn't understand why he's being so kind when everyone else has only hurt her before. "I-I don't know what to do..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he washes her, his touch sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. She feels so exposed and vulnerable beneath his ministrations, but there's something reassuring about the firm grip he has on her. With a soft moan, she melts further into him, giving herself over to the sensations coursing through her. "I-I don't understand..." she whispers, unable to fathom why he'd be so kind when everyone else in her life has only hurt her.

As he works his way up her body again, soaping her chest and shoulders, Adalia can feel herself growing more aroused by the second. The thought of what might happen next terrifies her almost as much as it excites her. "I-I'm not sure I want this to stop..." she whispers shakily, voice trembling with emotion.

She freezes as she realizes what he's implying, her eyes widening in shock and fear. "N-No!" She struggles against him, trying to push away from his hard length. But it's useless; with one strong hand he easily pins her to the cold tile of the shower wall. Tears stream down her face as she whispers, "I-I can't..." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of running water.

Despite herself, her body responds to his nearness, trembling and aching for him in a way that confuses and terrifies her even more than his touch alone. She wants this man... but she's been taught all her life that what they're doing is wrong. "Please..." Her voice cracks as she struggles against the conflicting emotions tearing her apart inside.