Muse Bar, VIP Suite.
The door tightly closed, the soft interior lights were hazy, flickering with an alluring aura.
Louis Jefferson gently set Ella Lacey down from his arms, and her petite body instantly collapsed onto the pristine bed.
Gazing at her charming frame, Louis squatted by the edge of the bed, slowly taking off her shoes. He placed two pillows under her head, ensuring she was in a comfortable position.
He then fetched a cup of warm water from the dispenser, knelt beside Ella, and softly urged, "Ella, drink some water."
Ella tilted her head slightly and mumbled, batting his hand away. Her words came out in a slur, "Arthur, Lindsey, I don't... want... any more..."
As she spoke, she instinctively shifted her body. Her head rolled off the pillows and she tumbled onto the soft, expansive bed.
For some reason, she suddenly felt hot.
Burning hot.
