Her eyes watched her thirst as she pulled her fingers up the wavy railing. With every step. With each step he climbed, as if in spite of all that remained to look down. Shy as she was, but controlled by desire, stirred by temptation, she went involuntarily to the room, following the unspoken call of the one who had been staring at her all evening. They both stepped, helpless in the face of sin, leaving behind the lush setting and people constrained by etiquette, morality, who watched with the corner of their eye biting their lips secretly. Everyone suspected, but no one dared, and these nymphs no longer cared.
The steps groaned under the pressure of his heels, his breathing intensified and a moment of silence settled shortly after the door slammed as if he were about to hide state secrets. Glued to the door. Anya could not escape Katerina's lips, and no matter how much her conscience pinched her, she fell prey to her thin neck, her wolf-sniffing breath, and her hand firmly tucked under her dress. Frightened by what lay in her, Anya pushed her and pulled back the dress that had fallen on her shoulder. Katerina walked away smiling like a man who knows she is in control and, as she walked, let go of a velvet dress button. Reaching the high window, she raised her half-empty glass of champagne, as she did, with her back to Anya and her face to the world. If it had been a more decent hour, many would have seen her breasts rule, from there, upstairs, over the city. You bastards, defiant, ready to claim.
Anya had never seen a more beautiful body, she had never thought she could look at a woman that way. A woman whose body was outlined in detail by lace, moonbeams and sin. She reached the bed with uncertain steps, dazed by the intensity of the moment and lay on her back, naked, like a virgin on the wedding night, waiting for Katerina who was approaching like a cat. Determined, insinuating, unstoppable.
Gentle breezes of wind blew the long veil curtains, caressed her slender breasts and lifted her skin into beads. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath between the cold, rich bedding, and let himself go for the moment. Katerina gently spread her thighs and let the light touch the parts of her that she would have kept hidden. It looked perfect, like a sleepy tulip touched by dew, through whose petals you would run your fingers lightly. That was the moment when Anya trembled for the first time under the touch of a woman, and Katerina looked for many times at the stubborn drops that were shrinking on their way, on the skin, to the bedding. He got up on his elbows, he didn't know what was happening to her, and besides Katerina's infamous smile, he saw that a device had appeared between them that her mistress had slipped into at one point. It was one in keeping with the setting, with Katerina's life, with the place. She looked like fine jewelry, as if she could expect something else from her. They agreed on the moment and that became the moment when Anya allowed herself to be free, mind-boggling, without limits…