The silent sleep

In a dimly lit room, a dark-skinned female lay unconscious on the bed, her face hidden beneath a used condom. The room was filled with the scent of incense and the faint hum of a mosquito net. Her body was limp, her blonde hair tied back in a single-hair bun, and around her neck, a delicate necklace with a small hoop earring dangled. On her navel, a small charm glimmered in the dim light. The focus of the room was on the unconscious state of the female, whose face was covered by a cum-covered used condom.