The end of a perfect first date

You walk together up the road back towards USE, and as you banter and joke back and forth, part of you feels like this must be a dream. Gabrielle always looks flawless; but when she laughs at something you say, that pure, honest joy spreading across her perfect features... she looks beautiful. But more than that - she looks like beauty itself. As she keeps laughing, she leans on your arm for balance as she doubles over, before shaking herself and straightening with a smile. As she does, her hand slips down your forearm and her fingers interlace with yours. It feels utterly, wonderfully natural.

Despite every moment feeling as precious as a year, you're at the entrance of a small but exquisite building, and Gabrielle is opening the door and pulling you inside.

"Come on," she smiles, as you hesitate.

"So, do you share this place with your roommates? Or..." you trail off as you enter what must be the living room. Whereas lodge 69 is fashioned like a steamy mountain cabin, Gabrielle's quarters more resemble a penthouse. Two white leather sofas are arranged in front of an unlit fire, red blankets draped across the back of each. The heated stone flooring tiles are covered by a white fur pelt, and subtle light fixtures cast a warm glow across the room. One entire wall is a single glass window, looking out onto the gushing river and the dark valley beyond. And in the middle of it all stands Gabrielle, her dress clinging to her statuesque body, gazing at you with an irresistible look in her eyes.

"Nope," she answers huskily. "It's a VIP lodge. Just for me. And now, you."

The blonde beauty steps closer to you, until you can smell her subtle rose perfume, and feel the warmth of her breath on your neck. Her hand reaches up, as she adjusts the collar of your shirt, fiddling with the fabric. "So, Felix," she murmurs. "What do you want to do next?"