The relentless contraption known as the Whispering Scourge. A queen sized contraption crafted by an enigmatic inventor. It massages and teases with escalating fervor. It was the epitome of opulence and comfort, yet a descent into madness. Mechanical appendages mimicked human touch, exploring every inch of my being with a feather light caress. Every gentle prod sent a wave of ticklish shivers down my spine, like tiny tendrils of electricity. If I were a secret agent, I would have divulged...