Talia Mint's heart races as she sneaks into Davis de Vil's house, her husband's shadow looming unseen. She retrieves a cigarette from her clutch, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Davis appears, his gaze intense and hungry. Talia takes a long, sensual drag, the smoke filling her lungs as Davis watches, entranced. She offers him the cigarette, their fingers brushing. "Want a taste?" she purrs. He takes it, his lips wrapping around the filter where hers had been. The cigarette is forgotten as they succumb to their desires, Talia's husband fading from their minds as they indulge in a raw, explicit exchange.