Gin

Just as Xei is about to leave, another knock comes from the door. "Come on in, Ali," I say, my voice warm and inviting, loud enough for her to hear as Xei and I exchanged a knowing grin. Ali enters the room, dressed in a soft, flowing nightgown that clings to her like moonlight on silk. It is an unusual sight to see her with her hair down, the blonde waves cascading over her shoulders, framing her delicate features.

I can’t help but think to myself how incredibly alluring she looked, her long, firm legs moving gracefully beneath the white silk, the pale skin of her shoulders and arms kissed by the flickering candlelight. She had an air of sensuality that was impossible to ignore.

"I thought we could use some relaxation," Ali says, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she lifts a bottle of liquor and gives it a soft shake. A smile plays on her lips, one that holds a promise of shared moments, of leaving the burdens of our world behind.

Xei, ever the pragmatist, is quick to express his a