One Week Later - Margot's Residence
They'd met three times since that first evening. Each time, Margot had continued teaching him. Showing him techniques. Demonstrating her experience.
But tonight was different.
Tonight, she'd invited him with a specific request.
"I want to show you something different," she'd said in her note. "Something I haven't shown you yet. Come alone."
When he arrived, she was waiting in her bedroom. But she'd prepared it differently this time.
Restraints hung from the bedframe. Silk scarves, carefully arranged.
"What is this?" he asked.
"The other side," she said simply. She was naked, completely comfortable. "I've shown you what I can teach. Now I want to show you what I want. What I need."
"Which is?"
