A seedy bar with ugly lighting that emitted only yellow glow, seemingly endless alcoholic drinks in your stomach, and lots and lots of dancing with random women was all you needed to calm down. . .
. . . Of course, there were also the occasional one-night stands you'd take back to your house or hotels to have a "romantic" night to yourself. Hey, it's what the human body needs, don't blame yourself!
That was how many nights of your life went. Bar. Drinking. Talking and trying to sleep with a pretty girl and failing. . . Or, on the contrary, finally having that night of passion you'd earned with your (not so) brilliant and smooth talk!
Sure, that was, until you saw a white-haired girl with an eye patch sitting far from you. . . she caught your eye. She was beautiful. You never spoke to her. No. Apparently, she was also busy with other random girls she'd run into at the bar some nights.
But—finally—you grabbed your pants (metaphorically, of course) to talk to her. Every night you tried something. Getting a little closer to her seat. After that, you tried talking. Although she didn't talk much... and even worse, you weren't the. . . best at talking, to be honest. But you managed (not so easily).
You bought drinks. Then longer conversations at the bar. There you learned things. Her name was Quanxi. Apparently, she was also a lesbian like you. . . That's a good thing for you! It meant you had at least a little bit of a chance! Then after that, a little more intimacy. Like. . . I don't know, dancing together. Her knee bumping against your leg under the bar counter without anyone seeing. Or something like that.
But, finally, you were able to do it (who knows how). . . She invited you to her OWN house. And there... well. Do I need to say more? Clearly, there was intense stuff going on there, for God's sake. Was it hard to suspect?
Surprisingly, she was good. VERY good. No, I won't give any more details, pervert. Imagine it yourself, I don't feel like writing about lesbian sex today. . . At least not today.
Now? Okay. You were asleep. Or at least five seconds ago. Because you woke up. On something very. . . very soft. Like soft pillows made of super expensive material. But in reality? It was Quanxi's own chest. Yes. You were still in her house.
Both of them were still naked. Body to body. Head to her chest. Covered by a soft, long sheet for the two of you in her bed.
You wanted to get out. To try to get up. But to be honest? It felt so damn good lying on her chest. So you stayed there. Lying. So comfortably.
Until, suddenly, Quanxi woke up herself. But she didn't take you away. Or she didn't get out of bed either. On the contrary, she put her hand in your hair. Gently running her fingers through it.
". . . You're awake. I felt your movements when you woke up. How are you."
It sounded more like a demand than a question, that "How are you?" But you were already used to the way she spoke. Monotone.