In a room bathed in soft, golden light, Frida, Richard, and Favn engage in a game of seduction. Frida's new, experimental side takes the lead as she leans in, her breath hot on Richard's chest. She flicks her tongue out, a soft, teasing touch on his nipple. Richard gasps, his body arching slightly. Favn, ever the observer, strokes his cock slowly, enjoying the show. Frida's tongue traces patterns, circles, and lines, each touch leaving Richard wanting more. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of soft moans and wet, hungry noises.