Andrew's fingers struck with precision, targeting pressure points that sent waves of intense pain through Natasha's body.

"Darling, no! Please, stop! I was wrong—I'm sorry! I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much!"

"Ahhh! Stop it, please stop! Don't do this anymore!" Natasha cried out, her voice switching between desperate wails and hysterical laughter as the unbearable pain pushed her to the brink.

The excruciating pain caused Natasha to writhe on the floor. She crashed into the couch and coffee table, making loud thudding noises that echoed through the room.

…

In the hallway outside, several heads peeked around the corner, intently watching Natasha's door.

Conan led the group, his weathered face twisted with concern as he whispered, "Something doesn't sound right about this."

One of the West End enforcers chuckled. "Come on, can't you tell? Madam is just having a good time!"

Another man with a scruffy beard joined in with a knowing chuckle. "Exactly! Madam Vostoko