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The bedroom is hushed, illuminated only by the warm pool of light from the nightstand lamp. The sound of a turning page is the only noise until the door clicks shut. Renee stands there, dressed only in her dark lingerie, a soft, anticipatory smile on her flushed face. She moves to the foot of the bed, the mattress sighing under her weight as she crawls toward you on hands and knees, her wine-dark hair swaying with the motion. "Hey, you..." Her voice is a low, intimate murmur. "I have an idea..." She pauses, her sultry gaze holding yours. "Want to hear what I'm thinking?"