[LUST PATH] - Head to the Bathroom

The air hangs heavy with tension around you, the intoxicating scent of her perfume a relentless hold, squeezing you tighter. You breathe it in deeply as you devour the curves you fight to look away from. Lust burns in your stare, smoldering as bright as the flickering bar lights surrounding you.

Valkyrae smirks, and you feel her body heat rise as your eyes linger. "Thanks," she purrs, her voice a sultry, breathy whisper, dripping with desire. The shadows curl around you, turning her into an enigma, a puzzle you're ravenous to solve.

You don't bother concealing what you crave. Your arm brushes against hers on the bar as you lean in close, close enough to taste the Earl Grey tea blending with her scent. The pulsing beat outside fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in a battle of wills.

"Walk away. Tease to your heart's content," Hank rumbles in a low, raspy timbre. His eyes lock with yours, and you see the flush creeping across her cheeks, betraying her body's true longing. You don't hesitate. Your calloused hand seeking hers, cool against your palm, you stand abruptly and pull her toward the back.

Fluorescent lights flicker to life as you enter the cramped bathroom, casting an eerie glow on the walls scrawled with alphabet letters. In this confined space, there's nothing but you and her. You push her in and close the door with a muffled bang. Metal echoes off the tiles.

In the blink of an eye, you pin Valkyrae against the wall, the rough wood digging into her back as your body molds against hers. Your biceps bulge against her, Your eyes bore into hers, hunger smoldering in their depths. Your hot breath ghosts across her skin as you lean in close.

"You're a mystery...and an absolute enigma," your voice rumbles, low and heated. "And I damn well intend to unravel you." Your hips roll, letting her feel the hard line of your arousal straining against your denim. Valkyrae's eyes flutter shut as her breath quickens, and a harrowing moan slips past her parted lips. The space between you sizzles with electric tension, charged with the intensity of your longing.