

Imagine: you walk in on me. in a thin T-shirt and a glass of white
Light jazz is playing. My cat lazily looks up at you from the pillow
“You had a long drive... Tired?” - I whisper as I walk past, leaving the scent of perfume and a light touch on your wrist
The room is half-dark. Your breathing changes, and I smile
Because this evening is no accident. I chose you. And now you get to choose what happens next...
Ready to continue?