The sultry evening was filled with anticipation as Lady Sable descended the grand staircase in her skintight gown. She made her way to the private dining room where she found her date already seated. With a wink, she sauntered over and pulled out his chair before gracefully sitting down herself. Their eyes locked as the tension built between them.
The waiter appeared, ready to take their order. "Bring us a bottle of your finest red wine and a dessert tray," Lady Sable purred. As the waiter left, she leaned in closer to her date. "You know what they say about indulging in fine food and drink?" She playfully licked her lips. "It always ends up in the bedroom."
Her date smiled seductively as he took her hand in his. The moment the waiter returned, they both dove into their meal with ra voreousness. After several minutes of silence, he looked into her eyes and asked if she was ready for dessert. She nodded eagerly, not realizing that he had other plans in mind. As they made their way towards the bedroom, she noticed a trail of rose petals leading down the hallway. It dawned on her then where this was all headed. The sentence remains incomplete as we don't know
