The End of Searching

She wore a pale gold long silk robe, which she left untied, letting it flow around her naked body as she moved.

She held half a glass of dark red wine in her hand and wore only a single string of pearls around her neck, tight up against her throat like a collar. Her feet were bare; she lifted one high, bending at the knee as delicate as some wading bird.

I sat, watching her. Eventually, she danced her way across the fur rug towards where I sat.

She looked down at me. ‘Do you like what you see...