Dahlia sits on her bed, surrounded by three pairs of black leather gloves. She scrutinizes them with a keen eye, taking in every detail. Her fingers glide over the soft, supple leather, as she examines each pair closely. One set is long, almost reaching her elbows, while the other two are shorter, just covering her wrists.

The leather is smooth and cool to the touch, and she can't help but revel in the sensation of the fabric. It's as if the gloves were made specifically for her, tailored to fit her every curve and contour. She breathes in the scent of leather, the aroma rich an... Show more