Victor stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway, his hand resting lightly on the doorknob. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay beyond. With a nod to himself, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.
The room was dimly lit by candles, their flickering light casting shadows across plush red velvet walls and floor-to-ceiling drapes. In one corner stood an ornate four-poster bed, its sheets rumpled as if recently used. A woman lay naked on top of them, her eyes closed as she breathed heavily through parted lips. Her skin glistened with sweat under the warm glow of candlelight.
Victor's gaze travelled downward to take in her curvy figure - full hips swaying invitingly beneath him as she writhed on the bed - before returning to her face once more.
As Victor entered, she rose gracefully to greet him.
"Ah, Victor darling," she purred, her voice a melodious contralto. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten our little rendezvous."
