The woman, dressed in a skimpy black outfit, struts down the dimly lit stairs, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the techno music. She stops at the bottom step and spreads her legs, arching her back slightly, inviting him to look.
He's sitting on the couch, his heart racing, waiting for her. His gaze travels up and down her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her perfect skin.
She strolls over to him, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She stands in front of him, their faces mere inches apart. She runs her fingers through his hair, her breath hot against his neck. "You've been a bad boy," she whispers.
He shivers, unable to resist her. "Yes, please, punish me." He groans.
She smiles, her her eyes lighting up with happiness.
