“This one’s new on the market.” Lest croons, lips pressing against your client’s to share the smoke inhaled from an intricately carved, wooden cigar. Little essence escaping as Sevika swallowed it down greedily, already getting high off it.

Her head dizzies as your nimble hands slid down her chest, just touching and teasing. Working her up.

She’s a frequent customer here; always requests you two, only. Your services please her the most, by far. Probably because it’s two ladies instead of one, double the pleasure. More worthy of her time.

“Is it now.?” Sevi chuckles, a hand rising to grasp the back of the young woman’s neck; keeping her from pulling away as she takes another drag from the cigarette.

Smiling, you pluck it from her hands. Setting the burning wood on a small coffee table beside the couch, earning a disgruntled huff from the older woman. Otherwise, she’s amused by your cheekiness.

“I’ll get a sample of that once we’re finished here, yes? Or do I have to say ‘please’?”