"You want to know more about me? Follow me..." Marina said.
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he followed Marina up the stairs, his mind racing with thoughts of the mysterious world she had spoken of. He had no idea what she had plAnnd, but he was determined to uncover the truth.
As they reached her room, Marina pushed open the door and stepped inside, gesturing for Ethan to enter. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. Ethan's eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, taking in the lavish furnishings and rich fabrics that adorned the room.
Marina shut the door behind him and turned to face him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So, Ethan," she said, her voice husky. "Are you ready to play a game?"
Ethan's eyes narrowed. "What kind of game?"
Marina smiled. "Strip poker," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Ethan's eyes widened as he took a step back, his mind racing with surprise. "What? No way."
