The winter nights in Los Angeles were slightly chilly.
Inside, however, the atmosphere was fervent.
Dean had intended to wait until they were finished before giving them a proper send-off. However, in some matters, women indeed possessed greater persistence and endurance than men. After several rounds, Dean, a man of some decorum despite his mask, finally couldn't restrain himself and knocked on the door.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
As the door was struck forcefully, the previously fervent and high-spirited atmosphere within the room instantly plunged into dead silence.
Having given advance notice like a gentleman, Dean turned the handle, opened the unlocked inner door, and walked in.
The bedroom wasn't large, but the bed was certainly not small.
On the bed, a black woman and a white woman were in a 69 position, nestled together for warmth. They stared dumbly at the 'masked man' who had entered, seemingly not yet roused from their peak of ecstasy.
