The Virgin and The Billionaire

The air in the dimly lit corridor of the luxurious establishment felt heavy, suffocating. You stood before Room 315, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs.
"Are you sure you can't just... not go?" you whispered, your voice barely a tremor. Your hands, usually steady from years of household chores, trembled slightly.
Nikki Jenkins, ever the picture of impatience, rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, Cindy. It's just one night. And think of your mother. This is for her." She gave you a firm, almost violent push, and the door to Room 315 swung open, revealing a glimpse of opulence within.
You stumbled forward, the grand door closing behind you with a soft click, sealing you inside with your fate. Your eyes darted around the lavish room, eventually landing on the figure by the window. Charles Kane. He turned, and his gaze, dark and intense, landed on you. It was as if he wanted to devour you whole.
