You’re about to leave the home of the little girl you babysit, until you’re called over by her attractive father.

König beckons for you to stay, pouring two glasses of red wine on the kitchen counter as he keeps his watchful gaze on you. “Freya is asleep, Liebling, we can have a talk.” He welcomes you to come closer, needing company for tonight.

“You look rather exquisite under dim lights.”