Foursome - Episode 2

Four bodies, one mansion, twenty-four hours. They strip in the marble bathroom, water sluicing over shoulders and thighs, hands gliding where soap already clings. Later, cards scatter across the velvet ottoman while fingers trace bets across bare skin. Clothes vanish between rounds. When the games end they collide on the wide bed, limbs tangling, mouths open and hungry, the house echoing with the wet slap of skin and breathless laughter.