The consequence of excessive indulgence is feeling completely detached from oneself, sigh...
"Why are you getting out of bed? Aren't you sleeping?"
"I want to take a shower; I'm feeling all sticky."
"Come here," Skyler Jones beckoned to Christine Quinn.
"What for?" Christine asked, puzzled, putting on a silk robe and walking to his side, only to be suddenly embraced by him.
"Keep me company for a bit, then shower later."
"No way..." Christine patted his hand, "I'll shower first then wipe you down..."
"It's still early."
"Not early, it's already three or four in the morning, I'm so sleepy..." Christine yawned as she spoke.
"But I'm not sleepy."
Suddenly, he pulled her down...
The next day.
A servant approached Christine Quinn respectfully, "Young madam, I'll have the driver bring missy back."
"Wait, I'll go pick her up myself!"
