Water May Be Fun, But Beds are Funner

As David stands gloriously naked before the tub, water and bubbles lapping around your and Clara's intertwined bodies, you feel a sudden urge to take this intimate gathering somewhere more comfortable.

"The water's divine," you murmur, your Irish lilt pronounced as your fingers trace patterns in the bubbles covering your enhanced curves, "but I'm thinking we might enjoy more space to... play properly."

Clara's breath catches against your neck, her arms tightening around your waist. "What exactly did you have in mind, gorgeous?"

"Your bedroom, David?" You lock eyes with him, surprised by your own boldness. The fading IQ Boost has left your inhibitions wonderfully lowered while maintaining just enough strategic thinking to guide your actions. "It seems a shame to limit ourselves to just water games."

David's eyes darken visibly, his arousal evident as he processes your suggestion. "I think that might be the best idea I've heard all night," he says, reaching for the plush towels hanging on a nearby warming rack.

Clara slides her hands up to cup your breasts from behind, her fingers toying with the gold hoops through your nipples. "Look at you," she purrs into your ear, loud enough for David to hear. "Saturday you were shy about a little dress shopping, and now you're orchestrating a proper party."

You rise from the water, bubbles sliding down your enhanced curves in rivulets. David steps forward, wrapping you in a heated towel that feels impossibly soft against your sensitized skin. As he pats you dry with careful attention, Clara emerges from the bath behind you, water cascading off her slender form.

"Don't hog her, David," Clara teases, accepting the towel he offers. "Though I must say, watching you two together is quite the sight."

David's hands pause on your shoulders, his touch electric even through the towel. "The night's just beginning," he promises, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. "And my bed is king-sized for a reason."

The three of you move into the hallway, still wrapped in towels, leaving puddles on the hardwood floor. David leads the way, pushing open his bedroom door to reveal a spacious room dominated by an enormous bed with charcoal sheets.

"After you, ladies," he says, stepping aside.

Clara takes your hand, tugging you gently toward the bed. "Come on, gorgeous. I believe we have some unfinished business from that drinking game."

You follow willingly, letting your towel slip as you approach the bed. Behind you, David dims the lights with a remote control, bathing the room in a warm amber glow similar to the bathroom's intimate lighting. The air feels charged with possibility as Clara pulls you down beside her, the towels forgotten as skin meets skin.

"I believe it's still your turn, David," Clara reminds him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns up your thigh. "Truth or dare?"

"After that bath," David says, approaching the bed with predatory grace, "I think we're well beyond truths."

01:00 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | Putney Flat Bedroom

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