In The Car (R18)

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the suite, soft and gold. The city below was already awake, traffic murmuring in the distance. We had showered in turns, the earlier intensity of the night washed away but not forgotten. Clothes went back on with deliberate care.

Val wore a tailored dark blouse and skirt that still somehow managed to look professional despite the faint marks on her neck. Yerin had chosen a short sundress that flared when she moved.

Yoona slipped back into the same deep red gown from the night before, the one with the high slit, smoothing the silk over her hips with a small, private smile. The stockings had been replaced with fresh sheer black ones; none of us commented on it, but I noticed.

Bags were packed. The suite looked almost ordinary again.

I checked my watch, then looked at the three of them standing near the door.