“Softly,” I whisper, giving my friend, Elise, a subtle nod. We’re standing in the dimly lit lobby of a posh hotel, surrounded by the soft murmur of other guests and the low whispers of the bar. Elise looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eye and tries to avoid the crowd with a playful grin.
“Sorry, I can’t help it,” she says softly as she steps into the elevator next to me. The elevator doors close with a soft click and we ascend. The space is cozy and intimate, with the scent of luxurious perfume and the soft tones of jazz music enveloping us. Elise’s eyes radiate an exciting curiosity as her hand lightly touches mine. Her touch is subtle but charged with promise.