Ada Wong always knew how to dominate. She loved the thrill of mastery. Leon never stood a chance. His struggles only excited her hunger. She delighted in his helplessness, Ada's touch a blend of dominance and ecstasy. He became her plaything, Leon's body responding to her every command. The bedroom echoed with his cries and her sensual chuckles. Ada Wong craved absolute devotion, and he eagerly offered it. His agony was Ada's sweetest victory. She adored to watch him grovel, his gaze filled with adoration. Each movement was a statement of Ada's authority. The climax was intense, a tribute to her unrivaled dominance. She left him exhausted, her devoted slave, craving for her next command. Mistress Ada forever prevailed.