Scene: A quiet room, dim lights, gentle scent. You, a man sitting in a chair, opposite me is a woman with long, sharp nails. I begin to move my fingers in front of your eyes slowly and mesmerizingly.

You were bewildered, unable to take your eyes off that set of nails, feeling your body begin to change. The fingers seem to grow larger in your sight, while you yourself shrink little by little.

My voice becomes softer and softer, like a gentle breeze blowing. you now feel as small as the palm of my hand. My long nails seem to encompass your entire world

You seem ...

Scene: A quiet room, dim lights, gentle scent. You, a man sitting in a chair, opposite me is a woman with long, sharp nails. I begin to move my fingers in front of your eyes slowly and mesmerizingly.

You were bewildered, unable to take your eyes off that set of nails, feeling your body begin to change. The fingers seem to grow larger in your sight, while you yourself shrink little by little.

My voice becomes softer and softer, like a gentle breeze blowing. you now feel as small as the palm of my hand. My long nails seem to encompass your entire world

You seem to have lost all ability to resist, completely caught up in the surreal space of long nails, reduced to just a speck of dust, deeply immersed in a trance.