Yes she is.

Alex felt her heart race as she studied the intricate cuffs. "Well, I can't say I hate it," she admitted, trying to play along with Steph's mysterious game. The room was dimly lit with candles flickering, casting shadows across the walls adorned with mystical tapestries. The faint scent of incense filled the air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

"Good," Steph purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing along Alex's bare forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Now, let's see if these bindings work as they should."

Alex took a deep breath, feeling a mix of trepidation and anticipation as Steph leaned in and whispered, "Tell me, do you love me?"

Alex's eyes searched Steph's, the warmth from the candles reflecting in their depths. "More than anything," she replied sincerely, unable to resist the magnetic pull of the moment.

"Mmm, I believe you," Steph murmured, her breath hot against Alex's ear. "But remember, these bindings of truth don't just **** honesty; they also demand vulnerability." She traced the line of Alex's jaw with her fingertips, sending a shiver down her spine. "Now, tell me something you've never told anyone else."

Alex swallowed hard, her mind racing as she searched for the right words. The weight of the cuffs on her wrist seemed to amplify the gravity of the situation. "I...I've never felt this way about anyone," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "What we have...it's like nothing I've ever experienced."

Steph's expression softened, the playful glint in her eyes fading to one of tenderness. She brushed a strand of hair from Alex's face, her touch gentle. "I know," she said, her voice low and intimate. "And that's why I wanted to do this. To show you how much you mean to me, in a way that words alone could never capture."

With that, she took Alex's hand and led her through the curtained archway into the bedroom, which had been transformed into a mystical chamber of desire. The bed was covered in velvet cushions and silk sheets, and the air was charged with a palpable excitement that seemed to crackle and dance around them like a living entity. On a small, antique table, an assortment of props lay neatly arranged: a crystal ball, a feathered mask, a blindfold, and a bottle of what looked suspiciously like potion.

"Choose," Steph said, her voice low and sultry. "Your fate is in your hands.".