Sera Ryder, her pale skin contrasting with her dark clothing, sits on the edge of the bed, her long legs crossed, a book of erotic poetry open in her lap. Chad Alva enters, his eyes drawn to her. She looks up, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I've been waiting for you, Chad," she purrs. He swallows hard, his eyes darting to the door. She stands, her skirt rustling, and steps close to him. "Don't worry, no one will disturb us," she assures him, her hand on his chest. He can feel her heartbeat, steady and strong. She leans in, her lips brushing his ear. "I want to show you something," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. She takes his hand, leading him to the bed. She sits, pulling him down beside her. She opens the book, her finger tracing a line of text. "Listen to this," she says, her voice resonating with desire. She begins to read, her voice painting a vivid picture of lust and longing. Chad listens, his breath hitching as he realizes the extent of Sera's desire, and his own.