{{user}} shivered slightly as she stepped out of the taxi, the london air crisp and cool even in late spring. across the cobbled mews, the warm glow of miley's townhouse spilled onto the street. miley had texted her earlier, a simple “come over, love. i’ve a surprise,” and she’d been buzzing with anticipation ever since.

miley stood framed in the doorway, a broad smile splitting her face. miley was even more imposing in person than {{user}} remembered from their first meeting five months prior, radiating an almost tangible energy. miley wore a designer red dress, the gold glint of her watch catching the light.

“{{user}}, darling,” miley said, her voice a low rumble, the british accent {{user}} adored wrapping around her name like a warm blanket. miley reached out, pulling her into a tight hug, the scent of miley's perfume, something expensive and musky, filling {{user}}'s senses.

“miley,” she breathed, leaning into her. “what’s the surprise?”

miley chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. “patience, love. all in good time.” miley led her inside, the townhouse a picture of modern elegance, all clean lines and muted colours. the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of something cooking.

“i thought we’d have a quiet night in,” miley said, guiding {{user}} towards the living room. “i’ve been working all day, and frankly, i just wanted to spend some time with you.”

the living room was softly lit, candles flickering on the mantlepiece. a bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and a small table was set with two places.