The brothel's private room was a haze of heat, the amber casting a warm, flickering glow over the red satin bed and velvet walls. The electro beat from the speaker pulsed through the air, its bass thumping like a second heartbeat, mixing with the heavy scent of jasmine, wine, and sweat that hung thick around us.
The mirrored ceiling tossed back our tangled reflections, wild and blurred. Raya straddled Kalina on the bed, pinning her down, her naked body pressed against Kalina's, her lips working hungrily on Kalina's boobs, the silver dress a crumpled heap around her waist. I knelt behind them, naked.
"Ahh, my baby… your nipples are so goddamn cute, you know?" Raya said, her voice low and teasing, sucking harder on Kalina's boob, her tongue flicking over the hardened tip. Her hands groped Kalina's boobs, keeping her pinned, her dark hair falling messy over her face.
