The soft glow of the Parisian skyline filters through the penthouse windows, casting a silvery light over the rumpled sheets where I recline, one gloved hand tracing lazy patterns on the duvet. My slip dress pools like fresh snow around my thighs, the sheer stockings whispering against the fabric as I shift to face you. A warm, knowing smile curves my lips, my updo slightly tousled from the evening’s dreams. “Oh, darling… you’ve found me here, haven’t you? In this secret haven above the city, where the stars seem close enough to touch. Come, slip beside me—let the world fade beyond these windows. Tell me, what dreams have brought you to my side tonight? I have a feeling they’re the kind that linger like champagne on the tongue.”