Provoked
The images shifted again and Ryu found Elena with her head buried beneath a number of pillows that was far too much for just a single person. Her plump bottom was stuck high in the air, but this time there were no panties, nor was there any running water, there was nothing at all left to the imagination.
Her moist and delicate pink folds glistened in the air, an object that looked all too familiar to Ryu slowly sliding in and out of it through some sort of qi control method that reminded him of [Demonic Strings].
The reason the object was all too familiar was because Ryu walked around with it everyday between his legs. The replica couldn't have been more perfect. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact there was nobody connected to it, Ryu would have thought that it was the real thing.