The door closed behind them with a subtle click, muffling the outside world.Lauren felt the air change. Denser. Warmer. Laden with a woody perfume with sweet hints—sandalwood and amber, perhaps. The candles scattered around the room cast long shadows on the red walls, which seemed to pulse with an invisible breath. Large cushions covered the floor, and in the center, on a low table of dark wood, lay rolls of Japanese cotton rope, perfectly coiled. Red, black, and a golden one.Yusuf placed his hands behind his back and observed her in silence for a few moments. No music. No words. Only the sound of Lauren's own breathing, a little faster than before, and growing ever more conscious.He finally spoke, in a low voice."Take off your shoes. Slowly."She hesitated, then bent down, first the right, then the left, her ankles steady despite her trembling hands. The floor was warm beneath her feet."Now... the dress."She lifted her eyes to him, seeking some confirmation, some gesture of enc
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