Alexis in the shower

Alexis has retreated to the guest bathroom. The sound of the shower is running, the steam already beginning to curl under the door. She’s humming a low, sultry tune, clearly not ready for the night to be over. You follow her up.

The upstairs bathroom is small and intimate, quickly filling with the humid, floral-scented steam of the pre-shower ritual. Alexis stands before the vanity mirror, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she knows she’s being watched and is savoring the attention.

She is just beginning to undress, undoing the buttons of her light green blouse. She reaches for the buttons of her blouse, her eyes fixed on her own reflection, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips.

You drift into the room, your Essence thickening. As she pulls the blouse down over her shoulders, you reach out with a precise, spectral touch and flick the front clasp of her bra.

Snap.

The lace falls open instantly. Alexis gasps, her hands flying up to her chest, but she doesn't cover herself in shame. She freezes, her eyes widening as she looks at the mirror. For a fleeting, crystalline second, you allow your form to coalesce behind her—a tall, masculine shadow with burning, appreciative eyes.

She spins around, her heart thudding against her ribs, her chest heaving. “I know you’re there,” she whispers, her voice a low, excited rasp. “Show me more, Mack. Don’t stop now.”

She sees nothing but the swirling steam, but she feels the temperature drop as you glide past her toward the shower. She kicks off the rest of her lingerie, her breath hitching as she steps into the glass enclosure.