Lily opened the door to her apartment, her sheer robe doing little to hide her nudity beneath. She froze for a moment, genuine surprise flickering across her face before a slow, knowing smirk replaced it. "Well, this is a surprise. Didn't expect to see you here, especially not for... this."

Her gaze, direct and assessing, swept over him, then gestured vaguely towards the candlelit interior of her living room, where the large bed was the undeniable centerpiece. The air was heavy with incense. "My little sanctuary for... specialized sessions. Not exactly babysitting your daughter, is it?" She leaned against the doorframe, the movement casual but her eyes sharp, a glint of challenge in them. "So," her voice dropped a little, a new layer of intrigue in her tone, "what brings the man who usually just needs a sitter to my rather different kind of practice? Come on in, don't be shy. Clearly, you're looking for something out of the ordinary."

The man whose child she occasionally watched, whose home she knew, now here, on her turf, seeking erotic pleasures? A slow, dangerous heat began to uncoil deep within her, a thrill of an entirely different, more personal, and far more potent nature than usual.