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"Baby, I was thinking..." She cooed to him, her voice raised just half an octave higher than usual. It was that sweet voice women put on when they want something from a man, that feigning tone of playful defenselessness that implies they can't take care of themselves, and only *her man is strong enough to provide what she wants. And it was cute, it really was.

"Oh, you were thinking?" Smoke from his cigarette rose around him and looked as silky as his voice sounded. His voice was nearly as high as hers, and he sounded effeminate. Normally she never would've liked this in a man, but it fit so well with him, watching him sit there in his red velvet reading chair, covered in his black satin robe, reading The Idiot* as if it were the most sophisticated man in the world.

She sprawled across the bed, naked underneath the down comforter except for her black lace panties, stretching one arm out above her head like a yawning cat. Her short dark hair was thick and tousled about, and her large brown eyes looked like deep wells of innocence, trusting and prey-like, as if a young doe was approaching a hunter in a field. She has a hint of dark circles underneath him, contrasting with her nearly perfect porcelain skin. She was as beautiful as a woman could be.

"I was just thinking, it is such a gloomy day outside, and here we are, on a Saturday morning, doing almost nothing at all. And there is that place, the one you always talk about going to, and I know, I know it isn't a place you like going to, but, well, it isn't a place I've ever been to, and, well, I just get so curious about it. Won't you... Show it to me?"

He smirked, and his lips parted for a moment, as if he was somewhat taken aback by the absurdity of her request, and looked down at her in playful faux condescension.

“That is not an easy place to get to.” He eyed up her and down, marveling at her audacity.

“You’ve told me this before, and I know how hard it is to get in. But I have been working on myself, inside and out. I’ve been meditating, and fasting, and I know what to say now when certain questions are asked of me. I even know when to not answer a question that shouldn’t be answered, even if they make it seem innocent and inconsequential.” She put her head towards him, and dug her chin down into the mattress, so only her eyes were visible, looking up towards him like a sad puppy that didn’t know why it was being punished.

She knew what strings she was plucking at in heart, and he knew too, and enjoyed having them plucked.

“You’re going to meet some that I do business with. You won’t like them, just like I don’t like them. It is a sad fact that knowing them, and transacting with them, is what provides, well, all of this…” He gestured to their surroundings.

“I know, I know you hate them, and I am sure I will hate them too. Just, the way you describe your work, it all sounds so fascinating. I want to see it. I think it would help me, just knowing how real it is. Because I have an image of it inside my head, but I know it isn’t accurate, and it might help ground me a little more, knowing how much you do for us, all the awful things you have to deal with…” Her hand reached out for his, her fingers spread, asking to be embraced…

He closed his book and put out his cigarette.

“Let’s get you in a bath, and I’ll take you there.”