It's been a few days since our shocking video call with Simone Dupont, and the DeLacio estate buzzes with anticipation. Word of our debauched performance has spread like wildfire, fueling curiosity and outrage in equal measure. Charles revels in the controversy, declaring it the perfect publicity for our fledgling movement.
"They can condemn us all they want," he proclaims, striding nude through the grand foyer. "Their outrage only feeds our fire!"
I can't help but admire his brazen confidence, his sculpted body glistening with sweat in the filtered sunlight. A small thrill runs through me at the thought of onlookers glimpsing our unrestrained indulgence.
"You're insatiable," I tease, trailing my fingers along the taut planes of his abdomen. "The whole world could be watching, and you'd
