Love, As Fleeting as the Breeze
"Christina, you're so young, but why dress so dull?"
Christina turned, meeting Vanessa's reflection in the mirror. Her eyes shone with disdain.
"Look at me," Vanessa said, opening her coat to reveal daring lingerie. "Men are visual creatures, slaves to their instincts. Let's bet. If I show Lucien this, will he stay with you or leave with me?"
Christina trembled but said nothing. She dried her hands and returned to the private room.
Minutes later, Vanessa followed. Passing Lucien, she tapped his phone lightly. He glanced at the screen, and though it showed only one short message, his Adam's apple bobbed.