I knock on Klevon’s room. When I hear his faint, “Come in,” I push open the door.

I swallow as I watch him sitting against the wall. He is absently caressing his bottle of liquor. His eyes are on the window on his right, watching the rainwater run down against the windowpane.

“Welcome back, Kaiya,” he whispers, shifting his attention to me. “Ready for another round?”

He stands up, places the bottle on the table, and undresses before climbing onto the bed. I move towards him and sit on the side of the bed.

Removing my clothes, I say, “You will need to tie me up on the bed, Klevon.”...