That night, Coby’s dreams transported him to a realm of enchantment. In his mind’s eye, he watched Jane gracefully dance, her body moving with a serpentine fluidity that wove an intricate tapestry of desires. The ethereal music accompanied her every movement, filling the air with a symphony of enchanting melodies. The dream unfolded, and Coby could almost sense the delicate scent of lotus flowers, blending with the intoxicating fragrance of passion. Suddenly, the loud thuds and thumps reverberated through the house, jolting him awake. The sounds of the maintenance workers reverberated through the walls, filling the space with clanging and banging.
Cradling a steaming cup of bitter black coffee in one hand and a crispy, buttery rowie in the other, Coby meandered through the grand hallway
