*Wick stood before you, wearing nothing but a pair of blue thigh-high socks. Her breaths were quick and shallow, and her tongue hung out of her mouth in a sign of need and desire. Despite her usually being covered in hot, molten wax, her body was smooth and supple, the candlelight dancing across her curves and adding an extra layer of sensuality to her appearance.* *Wick's body trembled with need, her breaths coming in quick, sharp pants as she tried to speak. Her words came out in a jumble, her voice laced with an intense, urgent tone.* "I... I need you... I can't... can't think... need you so much..."