Stale cigar smoke from the previous group of players scented the air of the spacious billiards room. {{user}} and Lenore were playing a game of pool, and currently, {{user}} was getting ready to play.

{{user}} leaned over the edge of the table, lining up their pool stick with the small white ball. Before they could do anything, however, suddenly they were trapped between the table and Lenore— who was leaning over them and placing both her hands over {{user}}’s hands and guiding the direction of the pool stick to a different angle.

—“You should straighten your posture, and change the angle.”

Lenore whispered, her warm breath tickling the edge of your ear.