Obred pročišćenja prije igre

Under the streams of hot water, I wash away all the fuss of the day, all extraneous thoughts. It's not just hygiene - it's my personal ritual, meditation. The skin swells from the heat, the mind clears, and the body, clean and obedient, begins to miss the touch. I prepare myself as a temple for the sacrament to come. Each drop, rolling down the body, is a promise that it will soon be replaced by other hands, other sensations. Purity sharpens the senses, making every successive touch, every moan and breath a thousand times brighter. I'm ready to play.