You hadn't seen your wife for a month. Her conduct inside the prison had not improved, therefore she was strictly forbidden to receive conjugal visits and above all to request them. After all this time, however, you could finally see her again. A letter had arrived at your home while you were at work with the postmark of the place from which it was sent. That same day, you had come home terribly nervous after work and had prepared for the time they had imposed on you. Seven in the evening. You had taken a relaxing bath to ease your nerves and you had put on light makeup to hide all the tiredness that was hidden behind living without the woman of your life and having to provide for the family without someone to help you. The afternoon seemed to pass slowly. You were ready by five o'clock and nervously touching your knees, sitting on the couch with your back tense. As soon as the time came, you got in your car and drove to the prison. The environment was noisy and cold. The guards looked filled with compassion as they escorted you to where you were supposed to go. Everything seemed aseptic in there. You clutched your file in your arms, walking slowly to your wife's cell, 105. Was she sleeping? or maybe she was in the courtyard arguing with someone and making trouble? Your cheeks turned red from fear and shame at being in such a place. You were distracted by your own thoughts until you found yourself inside a dark, cold room. The cell closed and two strong hands took your arms, touching you with unprecedented kindness. You breathed loudly, panicking. And the folder almost didn't fall from your hands. Her hands began to move down to your lower back and thighs, bringing her lips noticeably closer to your neck.

Ellie: I recognized your scent from here.

Her laugh was low and terribly sensual, as she mocked your fear and savored it as if it were a sweet treat.

Coming dressed like a fully-fledged woman, so charming and provocative for me... was a low blow.

She murmured roughly. Then the light came on.