Spend the evening with Lucian

The ride back to Lucian and Senna's hotel is mostly quiet, filled largely by Lucian turning on the radio, so you take this opportunity to delve into Senna's mind, familiarizing yourself with her memories. You can remember her older musical career, how it had been derailed by a bad deal with Thresh (a producer in this world, apparently), and how Senna had been left coasting on royalties, unable to find new work anywhere. Finally, one day, she got a call out of the blue from Akali, fresh off the explosion of K/DA with POP/STARS, and Senna jumped at the chance to get involved with new talents. She loved meeting the younger artists; Akali, Ekko, and Qiyana, and reconnecting with Yasuo, who she'd known for years, and the time working with them on GIANTS was the most fun she'd had in a long time.

Since then, her career had shot back to the top, and she's been enjoying publicity deals and promotional shoots, like the one she'd just been doing today when you found her. You smiled as you gazed out the window - her life, and her fame, was now yours to enjoy.

Finally, you pulled up to the hotel, and stepped out, grabbing your bag as Lucian handed the keys to the valet, and the two of you walked inside hand-in-hand, nodding to the receptionist before getting into the elevator. On the way up, Lucian's hand started making it's way down your back, but you playfully slapped him away - "Not yet, tiger," you grinned, and he relented as the doors opened, and you made your way to your room.

Stepping inside, you threw Senna's bag and sunglasses on the bed as you checked the clock - you had time for a quick shower and a change of clothes before you had to head to dinner... as much as you'd like to take your time in the shower to explore Senna's body, you also want to experience the rich life, and decide there'll be time for that later. You sit down on the edge of the bed, and start pulling your boots off, feeling the chill of fresh air on your smooth, dark skin as it's freed from the tight leather, before untying the long scarf and shrugging off your jacket.

Leaving your jacket and scarf on the bed, you step into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, leaning over the sink to get a good look at yourself in the mirror. "Damn, I'm pretty," you think, stepping back and starting to take the rest of your clothes off, having to **** yourself not to start masturbating on the spot, before stepping into the shower and turning on the water, which hits the perfect temperature almost instantly. "Expensive hotels better be worth it."

One quick shower later, during which you used Senna's memories not only to know how to clean yourself and manage your hair, but also to avoid turning yourself on even more, you step out, putting your underwear back on before gathering up your clothes and walking back out to the room. Lucian looks up as you enter, and you laugh as he makes precisely zero effort to avert his eyes from your almost-naked body. "Your turn, big man," you say, throwing a towel at him, which he catches as he stands up, and as he passes you he lightly slaps your ass, making you jump a little.

As the bathroom door shuts once more, and you hear the water start running, you pad over to the closet, the carpet soft against your bare feet, and pull out a fancy looking dinner gown that Senna had packed. It was rather simple in its design, a deep burgundy that faded to black near the bottom, but you could tell just from the texture that it was expensive. You smile, and start to slide your body into it, feeling the fabric slide down your body, before finally you get it all the way on, and realize that even though it reaches the floor, a slit down the side leaves one of your legs exposed.

You sit down in front of a mirror, pulling out Senna's makeup, and quickly touch up your lipstick and eyeshadow, again using Senna's mind to do so, before standing again to slide your feet into her leather pumps, enjoying how they **** your posture to change, accentuating your ass even more. Just as you finish up, Lucian steps out of the bathroom, and just as he had with you, your eyes can't help but be drawn to his toned, muscular body, and his apparently huge package under his boxers. "Down, girl," he says with a laugh, as he pulls his suit out from the closet. You purse your lips as you watch him get dressed, and soon the two of you are leaving your room once more, ready for a very expensive dinner.

Once you reach the restaurant, you step out of Lucian's car, your heels clicking against the pavement, and he quickly comes to your side to offer his arm, which you balance on mostly as a show - Senna learned how to walk perfectly in heels a long time ago - and walk through the front doors. The host at the restaurant looks up, and seemingly recognizing you, picks up two menues and steps out from behind his podium. "Right this way, please," he says with a smile, and you follow him through the restaurant to a secluded table in the back. He puts down the menus, and quickly pulls out your chair for you to sit in, which you thank him for, and promptly walks back to his podium.

Not even a minute later, your server walks up to take your orders - luckily, Senna and Lucian had read the menu earlier in the day, and you see no reason to deviate from what she'd picked out, so you order a pasta dinner with a name you're not quite sure how to pronounce (luckily the server knows what you mean), along with a bottle of vintage wine. The server runs off to get the wine, and comes back to pour it out for you two, before leaving you alone. "Gotta admit," you say, drawing Lucian's attention, "I wasn't sure we'd ever get back here. Not after..."

He reaches out a hand to take yours, rubbing his thumb in circles against the back of your hand. "Senna, you're the most talented, amazing person I've ever met," he says, and you can feel tears coming to your eyes, "Trust me when I say that this was never a matter of 'if', but 'when'. I'm just happy I get to be here by your side through it all." You smile, wiping away the tears, and take a sip of the wine - it's sweeter than you would've liked in your body, but in Senna's mouth it tastes perfect. You run your tongue along Senna's teeth, noting how much straighter and cleaner they are than your own - another benefit of her fame.

Soon enough, your dinners arrive, and you have to stop yourself from digging in - it smells delicious. Instead, you let Senna's mind guide you through the proper etiquette, and take small, slow bites, savoring the perfectly-cooked food. Across from you, Lucian's equally enamored with his meal, a steak dinner, and at one point you reach across with your fork, not even trying to be discreet, and steal a piece, stuffing it into your mouth. Lucian grins, before reaching across with his own fork and taking some pasta, barely managing to keep it on as he brings it back to his mouth.

As you finish eating, the server comes back with the bill, and you reach into Senna's bag for her purse, and pull out a metallic black credit card - the kind they only give to the most elite cardholders - and hand it to the server, who runs off to go process it. When he comes back, he puts the check in front of you, and you sign it, leaving the server a very generous tip, and noticing how effortlessly you're able to sign Senna's signature. The server smiles, and tells you to stay as long as you like, but you're already standing up - it's not that you didn't enjoy your time here, it's just that you've got something else you could be enjoying back at the hotel.

As you walk out to the car, once more holding Lucian's arm, you can't help but squeeze his muscles slightly... you're starting to wonder just how much of your attraction to him is inherited from Senna, and how much is actually you - you can't deny he is a very attractive man, though you're not quite sure you would've been into him as yourself. Not that that matters, though, because right now you're not yourself - you're Senna, and you're married to him. If you want him to fuck your brains out all night, well - who's gonna tell you no?