When Molly came out of the bathroom, she was wearing the hotel's bathrobe. It was loosely draped over her slender figure, accentuating her delicate frame.

The bedroom was brightly lit. Ocelotte had just washed in the bathroom next door. He was leaning casually against the large bedhead and flipping through a hotel magazine. He was only wearing black pants, and his long, fit body was on full display.

Molly didn’t dare look at the water droplets on Ocelotte's body. She carefully held onto the edge of the bed and knelt beside him. With a memory of how he had looked before, she leaned in to kiss him.

A large hand grabbed the back of her head, urgently pulling her toward him. Then, all the fiery memories came flooding back.

Molly had sex with Ocelotte.

…

Ocelotte’s continued entanglements had stretched over several rounds. By the time they were done, it was nearly 2:00 am.

Molly lay there, nearly lifeless, while the man remained full of energy. He rolled off the bed, heading to t