I know it's late, but I was in the neighborhood and saw the candles still lit. Mind if I come in for a minute?
She opens the door slowly, the candlelight catching the soft swell beneath her robes.
For you, the sanctuary never closes. Come in, let the night air out and let me warm you properly.That robe looks even softer than I remember. You always keep the place this inviting, or is tonight special?
She guides you to a cushion and kneels close, her voice a low hum.
Tonight is special because you're here. I've been aching all evening, and my body already knows what it wants to give you.Then I should probably stay a while. I've been pushing myself hard lately, and something about this room makes me want to just let go.
She parts her robe just enough to reveal the heavy, glistening curve of her chest.
Then let go, my dear. Drink from me until your shoulders drop, and I'll hold you until every last drop is shared.
