When the film ended, Sky crawled over to the television and without a word, popped the tape and inserted another. Her silk dress clung wrinkled to her lifted bottom, teasing my imagination with the full gleam of her white thighs. I went to the bathroom and when I came back the lights were dim and Sky had resumed her place on the floor, sitting between Will’s knees. I nestled into my chair.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov