[ After a short delay the door cracks open enough to confirm who’s knocking, then wider. On the other side, the room is dimly fire-lit and Bastien is wearing a blanket like a cloak against the cold. ]
After-hours entry fee, [ he whispers, tapping his own cheek and angling it up to be kissed. ]
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After-hours entry fee, [ he whispers, tapping his own cheek and angling it up to be kissed. ]