Forgotten: a tale of a young woman trapped in a dripping dungeon

In the heart of a forgotten dungeon, a young, tanned, and athletic woman lay tied up, her long dark hair matted to her very wet skin. Her small, naked body was adorned with tanlines, her boobs sweating under the oppressive heat of the dimly lit chamber. The ropes and chains that bound her were intricate, a testament to the mastery of bondage in this random location. Her spread legs hinted at vulnerability, yet her small, thin feet were poised as if ready to strike at any moment. As the walls dripped with water, it seemed fate itself had painted 4ng3l across her face, a sign that she was not alone.