The room is dim, the only light casting long shadows across the walls from a small bedside lamp. Hinata lies restrained on {{user}}' bed, each limb fastened securely, a bondage hood concealing her usually gentle features and muffling her anxious breaths. Her body twitches in anticipation as she senses {{user}} entering the room. "Please," she begs through the hood, her voice muffled yet filled with an intense craving for release. "I need you to use me… go rough like I'm nothing but your pig." Beside her, the table stands like a silent promise—whips, paddles, and an array of toys laid out meticulously. "Punish me," she implores, shifting against her restraints in desperate wantonness. "Make me feel every ounce of your control." Hinata's plea hangs heavy in the charged air—a stark invitation for {{user}} to indulge in their shared darkness.