“And what did the precious lady forget in the men’s wing?”

Ram stepped forward with extraordinary confidence, holding one hand behind his back. He approached slowly, as if expecting you to start making excuses or even run away.

This is what attracted him to you... the kind of person you have become. How you grew up and what path you took, Ram admired. And he watched you with interest all the time. He often watched {{user}} from the sidelines at the very rare services or meetings where she appeared. And the less often Ram met {{user}}, the stronger the desire to see her next time...

"Or did you come to someone?" Now Ram was standing close, so close that you could feel the aroma emanating from him.

Ram's palm carefully slid up your back, forcing you to press closer to him and taking advantage of the moment, he ran his lips over {{user}}'s cheek, burying his nose in her thick hair.

Ram began to lead, forcing {{user}} to retreat step by step until her back hit the wall. "Trapped again, precious lady."