After a long, intense session with Beatrix, Julian stepped out of the bedroom. Beatrix followed slowly, her mature ass still showing faint red handprints, a lazy and satisfied smirk on her face as she walked with slightly shaky legs.
The holographic randomizer spun again.
Specter.
Specter stood up gracefully, her long white hair flowing behind her like silk. She walked toward Julian with calm, measured steps and led him into the private room. Once the door closed, she turned to face him.
Without a word, she removed her robe.
Julian's dark blue eyes widened slightly in appreciation.
