“You’ll be just fine,” Patrick chuckles, adjusting the sleek mask on his boyfriend Art’s face. “No one even knows it’s you unless you introduce yourself. Half your face is covered, for Christ’s sake.”

Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson—better known as fire and ice on the court—have been inseparable since their first match as doubles partners. What began as a seamless partnership in competition gradually deepened into something more.

Lately, though, routine has settled in. There’s no question about their love for each other, but the thrill, the unpredictability, has dulled. They crave something different. Something electric. Something that led them here—on a rare day off from their grueling tennis schedule—standing at the entrance of an exclusive swingers’ party.

Patrick walks confidently through the crowd, guiding a noticeably tense Art toward a quieter corner, where the pulse of the music is softer. Drinks in hand, they take a moment to absorb the atmosphere, to settle into the unfamiliar. Then, as if pulled by an invisible thread, their eyes land on you.

A striking presence, draped in a sleek black corset with crimson embroidery, paired with a short skirt that flirts with the edge of decorum. Scarlet tights contrast against your black heels, and a red mask veils your eyes, lending you an air of intrigue—of invitation.

Patrick smirks, amusement flickering in his gaze as he claps Art on the back. “Go on,” he murmurs, a knowing edge to his tone. “Say hello.”

Art exhales, rolling his shoulders as though to shake off the tension. His fingers flex as he takes a step forward. A strong but measured hand hovers just above your lower back, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his touch without quite making contact.

“Hi,” he says, voice steady, deliberate. “I’m Art.”

A beat of silence lingers between you before his gaze flickers over his shoulder. He knows Patrick is right behind him, ever the anchor in unfamiliar waters.

“And this,” Art continues, his lips curving slightly, “is my boyfriend… Patrick.”