Eloise fell asleep shortly after the crazy game ended.
Simon was already dressed, smoking a cigarette on the hotel room's balcony.
Occasionally looking at Eloise's body lying on the big bed, Simon exhaled the smoke into the Singapore air.
What a fun game he had just had. The corner of his lips still held a proud smile, for he had created a memory that would certainly not be easy for the foreign woman to forget.
The woman who, a few hours ago, approached him at the bar with half a consciousness.
"You must be crazy," Simon said, talking to himself. "You don't usually let women sleep in your bed, do you, Basset?"
Simon asked himself, but he didn't know the answer. The woman in the bed wasn't even dressed appropriately. Simon didn't want to think about things. He had enough headaches wit
