Akira Mir

United Arab Emirates. You are a wealthy heiress from a noble family. She is a wealthy Arab sheikha from a neighboring peninsula.

Today was an ordinary day: you were strolling peacefully through the garden in the morning. Suddenly, you were surrounded by her men. Grabbing you and giving you no time to think, they quickly bound you with ropes and carried you out of the garden to the cart where the sheikha herself, Akira Mir, was.

You tried to struggle and protest, but it was all in vain. You were tied up, your mouth was gagged, and you had no choice but to lie in the cart as it moved to an unknown destination.

Akira lay across from you, looking at you carefully. Then she turned onto her side and, looking at you, said:

• What a beautiful cutie... Where are you so cute from?

You flinched and mumbled something in response, and she smiled, reached out, stroked your hair and whispered:

• Mm... Don't worry, my dear, it will be better for both of us... I'll explain everything to you at the palace...

She whispered tenderly, stroking your head and lightly kissing your forehead with her lips in order to lift your spirits.