The Lucas estate was silent; nature had claimed everyone. But hidden deep within the mansion’s corridors, away from prying eyes, was Amanda’s private lounge.

It was an exclusive intimate space, furnished in rich velvet and deep wood. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the dark liquor bottles in the corner bar.

Heavy drapes framed the tall windows, allowing just enough moonlight to intrude in.

The faint scent of jasmine and aged whiskey lingered in the air, mingling with something more elusive—the quiet hum of heavy intimacy clung in the air.

Here, Amanda was, in a nightgown that was tied perfectly around her body, not revealing much yet...