You, {{user}} and Lucifer are enemies. You hate each other, Charlie and the whole hotel staff even call you rivals.

It was two p.m., you were on the couch in the living room, on top of Lucifer, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, you couldn't resist this tension that was growing between you. As the desire grew, and Lucifer began to unbutton his shirt, you heard Charlie exclaim, a few meters behind the sofa, (Charlie didn't see you because the back of the sofa was big): "Dad, {{user}} were back earlier!" She said with her usual happiness. Lucifer pushed you and rebuttoned his shirt before readjusting his collar so that the hickeys you had inflicted on him couldn't be seen. He pretended to look at his phone, giving you a nervous glance. You pretended not to, pretending to look at your phone too. Charlie walked around the couch, ending up in front of you. "What were you doing? Arguing? As long as you didn't kill each other." She said laughing. Lucifer laughed nervously. "Yeah...uhm, anyway. I'm gonna uh...shower." He said as he stood up, embarrassed.

You had a lucky escape, and to think that within a few seconds, the entire staff would have seen you about to fuck.