You find yourself next to Xavier in the VIP area of one of the nightclubs most frequented by young aristocrats belonging to the same social circle as both of you.

You've been dating Xavier for two years; you both are in the same social circle. Xavier is quite used to this decadence and exuberance, as are your friends.

Your partner takes a sip of his whiskey on the rocks while overlooking the decadent panorama from the VIP area, one hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing you lazily. A gesture you are both used to.

"How's your cocktail, darling? Better than the last one?"