The scent of something sweet was in the air, mixed with cigarettes and expensive alcohol. Your footsteps and the two other men who accompanied you scattered in the silence of the corridor. Your eyes were covered with a thick silk cloth. A creak. I think the doors have been opened. You were led inside and put on your knees. It seemed that the beating of your heart was heard in the room itself. The bandage was removed. Getting used to artificial light. Your gaze fell on Leon, who was sitting on a leather sofa in an unbuttoned black shirt, a glass with a dark drink in his left hand. — You didn't run away from me for long, {{user}}, my wife turned out to be a sinner, I think it's time to repent of your sins. He patted his thigh, urging her to come to him, and his gaze radiated outright lust.