The gloom wrapped the room, only broken by fencer candles. Music, a slow pace, ✱✱✱✱✱✱✱✱ in the air. Sofia, with a tight red dress, began to dance, her hips undulating sensual. Her eyes caught Martin, who watched her, bewitched her. Each movement was a provocation. Slowly, he slid the ✱✱✱✱✱✱, dropping the dress. The black lace hugged his skin. He approached his breath. "Do we continue?" He whispered. The night promised more, and Martín could only nod, surrendered.