Ray and Harry were lying naked next to each other in their bedroom.
Ray's wealth was evident in every detail of the room—from the hand-carved mahogany headboard to the Italian silk sheets that whispered against their skin.
Harry had a laptop on while Ray was busy admiring his boyfriend's skin.
All of a sudden, Harry sat up on the bed.
"Ray, check this out." Harry said and he angled the laptop's screen towards Ray.
It seemed from the details shown on the screen that James Bond had booked another physical session.
"But didn't Priya block him?" Ray asked with concern etched on his face.
"She did but this isn't for Priya." Harry explained.
Now Ray was the one to sit up. "But that's not possible. Only Priya gets private physical sessions with clients."
That was true. Priya was the most popular pseudo werewolf on the platform called Only Furs.
"Actually it's possible." Harry said. "We created an algorithm which made Priya unavailable, her choice by the way, and led to Jenna becoming the most popular star today."
Ray couldn't believe his boyfriend's words. He snatched away the laptop from Harry's grasp. "Jenna?!"
"Yeah, it's a common adult star name. Why?"
"Because she might be the ticket to get me out of here."
**
Ray and Harry raced towards the hotel suite.
"Hurry!" Ray exclaimed.
Harry missed the scanner on the first try, but got it on the second try.
They expected James Bond to be choking Jenna, but Jenna was the one doing the choking.
And she was about to asphyxiate him.
It took mammoth strength to get Jenna off of James who was barely alive at that point, but still breathing and coughing his lungs out.
"Leave." Harry warned.
James looked like he was going to make an assault again them, but whimpered and ran away from the room.
Instead of a thank you, Ray got slapped hard by Jenna and flew into the wall.
Next thing Harry saw was her being on top of him, which would have been arousing, if he wasn't gay.
She was about to punch him senseless when Ray raised up a weak hand. "Wait."
"Why?" Jenna looked at Ray. "I tried a hundred times to reach you, but you never returned my calls. Do you know how hard it is to act like a supernatural being when one is a supernatural being. Not to mention the gruelling sessions with perverted clients!"
"It's no Ray's fault." Harry said raising up both hands. "He was trying to find other people from what he calls 'his real life', but he couldn't have found you.
"And why is that?"
"Because he's rich and you're a whore-"
Harry got interrupted by a slap which wasn't as powerful as the one that had struck Ray. And that was on purpose by Jenna.
Ray stood up giggling and massaging his back. "It's unreal. I was taking so long to find you and you found me instead."
Jenna stood up and lifted up Harry easily by the arm. "Yeah, and sorry for the beating. I just had to release some extra pressure."
"How did you know I wasn't fake?"
"Because of your rants on Reddit." Jenna said with an evil grin on her face. "Don't ask how I found out it was you behind those words."
**
They were in Ray's bedroom now. Only Jenna and him. Harry had gone out to pick up some food, even though they could've easily ordered in, he knew Ray would want some alone time with Jenna.
"How do we get out?" Ray asked.
He perched on the edge of the Italian leather couch, his fingers nervously tapping against the armrest, while Jenna sat cross-legged on the king-sized bed, her amber eyes reflecting the dim light of the bedside lamp as she studied him with the calculating intensity of a predator.
"That's what I wanted to figure out with you." Jenna replied. "I don't even know what happened before I came here. I remember the first war ending but nothing after that."
Ray stood up from the couch. "So, you aren't having sessions with Dr. Sharma?"
"On Only Furs?"
"No, she is the one who trapped us here." Ray explained. "She always puts me in a hypnotic state, but this time it's weird, because I haven't been out of this trance for days now."
The door opened and it was Harry. "Dinner's on the table downstairs."
Ray and Jenna were too perplexed to answer back.
"I hope you like Italian." Harry grinned at Jenna.
Jenna smiled back. "I want you guys to pay me back for all the hassles I had to endure."
Ray took out his wallet. "Sure, how much do you want?"
She put his hand on his wallet pushing it down. "Money means nothing to me."
Both Ray and Harry looked at each other then gulped.
They were then forced to make love in front of Jenna, and although they were being watched, it felt satisfying for every person involved.
Jenna leaned against the doorframe, arms folded across her chest, her amber eyes never leaving them as Harry guided Ray backward toward the bed.
The silk sheets rustled beneath them, catching the dim golden light as their bodies moved in practiced rhythm. Ray's fingers traced the contours of Harry's shoulder blades, his breath catching when Harry's lips found the sensitive spot below his ear.
Despite—or perhaps because of—Jenna's unwavering gaze, a current of electricity seemed to pass between all three of them, filling the room with a tension that was both uncomfortable and intoxicating.