The exhilarating rush of being suspended thirty thousand feet above the crust of the earth was a sensation that Xena felt she could leverage for the rest of her life. In the hyper-competitive social circles of the city, where women traded stories of designer handbags and exclusive galas like currency, this particular memory was a golden ticket. It was a level of decadence that defied the imagination of even the most seasoned socialites.
“Hey,” she could almost hear herself whispering to her closest friends in the future, her voice dripping with a calculated, effortless smugness. “Do you have any idea how truly, viscerally thrilling it is to lose yourself in passion while the world is literally a miniature map beneath you?”
Just the thought of the envy she would ignite filled Xena with an
