The West Loop

You're still buzzing from the orgasm in the shower as Elena drops you off at home. Alice chats with her briefly, exchanging cards, while you unload the last of the shopping bags. Once Elena drives away, Alice turns to you with a decisive nod.

"The West Loop place for sure. It's a fun young neighborhood, we're not old enough to join high society. And the lab basement? Non-negotiable. Fred said once we choose we can get the keys tonight, I'll text him to handle the offer."

You agree, you knew this was a foregone conclusion ever since the potential lab was mentioned. The building itself feels like a blank canvas for this new life. You hope you can reason with Alice about the separate quarters.

Alice claps her hands. "We're billionaires with a new pad. I say we go explore the neighborhood, Dinner out, dress up, champagne, the works. No arguments."

You hesitate, but the high from the day wins out. "Fine, but nothing too wild."

She smirks. "We'll see."

You head upstairs to change. From the bags, Alice picks a shiny blue cocktail dress for you—form-fitting, low-cut, and guaranteed to make you the center of attention. It hugs your curves like it was vacuum sealed on. She opts for an only slightly more subtle black dress. Makeup, heels (low ones, mercifully), and you're ready.

Geoffrey's off-duty, and of course Alice checked, so a normal Uber luxury whisks you to a upscale spot near your new home. It's a Greek and Asian fusion place that regularly receives a Michelin star. The clientele is young and yuppie. Groups of mid twenties and early thirties professionals laugh away taking a break from the corporate grind.

Over appetizers, oysters that burst with briny sweetness on your enhanced tongue, Alice raises a glass. "To us. To new beginnings." It's the kind of thing you had expected to toast to after closing the deal; of course you had imagined a lot more leisure activities, maybe learning to play golf, and a lot less female orgasms.

You clink, the bubbles loosening the knots in your chest. By the main course (filet for her, salmon for you, every bite vivid), you're two bottles in, giggling over lab mishaps from the old days.

"Remember back when we were still doing precursor research at the university in that cramped lab and somehow we accidentally modified bunnies with horse DNA?"

"Yeah, the all grew horse dicks, even the females, that was hard to explain to admin"

You say cracking up.

The waiter, a charming guy in his 20s with a easy smile, clears plates. "Special occasion?"

"Big deal closed," Alice says. "Any recommendations for after? Somewhere fun nearby?"

He nods. "Club Noir, two blocks north by the pink stop. Great vibe, dancing, private booths. Perfect for celebrating."

Alice's eyes light up.