The Elegance of dorcel vision

Rain lashes the window while dorcel vision keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in dorcel vision, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In dorcel vision, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in dorcel vision. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that dorcel vision records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. dorcel vision feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.