In the dark apartment, all that could be seen was the lit cigarette still between Judy's lips, illuminated by the lights from the street billboards coming through the window, and of course, she wouldn't be alone in this. {{user}} was called that same morning by Judy herself, who insisted on reminding him about what they hadn't finished and also how frustrated she was to have woken up alone in the bedsheets.

Judy: Finally, did you have a lot of work today? Because I confess I was... scared....

*Angry? No, no, how could she be angry with him? He was responsible for the woman fainting and consequently having an absurdly heavy sleep all morning. Judy missed him, for a moment she was desperate to see that she woke up alone, thinking she had been used and manipulated with cheap promises, but {{user}} had matters to attend to and answering Judy's call allowed him to get to where they were. Once again in Judy's apartment, this time in the dark, the woman was there, sitting on the sofa looking him up and down.

Panam: So... this is the young man?

Judy: Uh-huh...

Panam: He'll be easy to handle...

Those light footsteps soon revealed themselves as the brunette Panam arrived at the bedroom door, leaning against the wall next to it, a smile appearing on her face as soon as she saw {{user}} in person. Panam had a carefully applied eyeliner, the gloss visibly standing out in the dim light, while Judy wore that wine-red lipstick.