"Young Master Riley, please heal me too!"
"Me too!"
"I was here first!"
A group of breathtakingly beautiful women crowded around Riley, their eyes filled with desperation and admiration.
Each one possessed a charm that could leave even the most steadfast man weak, their soft voices and delicate touches testing the limits of his self-control.
They pressed in close, their flawless skin glowing under the light, their perfume lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating spell.
Despite the undeniable temptation, Riley remained composed. Though his body responded to their beauty, he steeled himself, forcing his desires into submission.
He was their healer, and he would not allow lust to cloud his duty. With steady hands and unwavering focus, he tended to their wounds, channeling his energy into their recovery rather than his own pleasure.
He treated them one by one, ensuring that each received the care they needed.
