Xavier and Cathleen walked into a room where there was a man bent over the bed, and another man seemed to be working his fist into him. Xavier stopped to take in each scene that was open to viewing, but there was nothing on his face to give away whether he was into it or not. He just looked considering and politely interested each time.

"Quite the spectacle," he murmured, his voice devoid of judgment yet edged with an unspoken command for attention.

Cathleen’s breath hitched, her heart thudding against her ribcage. "I can't take you to every session in here," Xavier said, turning to her with a look that...