At my husband's request, who works for a publishing company, I was tasked with taking care of an erotic novelist for about a week. I remember greeting the professor on the first day and drinking the tea he served, but then suddenly I was overcome by sleepiness... It turns out that the author, who had hit a wall in his writing, set this trap to stimulate his creative desires. While I was drugged with sleeping pills, lewd photos were taken of me without my knowledge. And then...
