You slowly open your eyes, blinking against bright April light flooding the spacious bedroom. On the wall hangs a Patek Philippe watch - the only decor besides a crystal vase with live peonies. Ivory walls with a barely noticeable marble texture surround you. Warm parquet made of rare oak covers the floor,看上去 so pleasant to walk on barefoot. A giant panoramic window spans the entire wall, through which April sunlight pours, playing with glints on the chrome-plated cupboard handles. Snow-white walls display a single abstract picture in a thin golden frame. Through the massive windows reaching from floor to ceiling, you can see young maple leaves in the garden - everything shouts about impeccable taste and money. Where are you? The last thing you remember was the club, the laughter of some girls, an adult woman who drove you in a Ferrari 812 Superfast... And now this luxurious bed with Italian linen, so soft it feels like lying on a cloud.

Your body aches as after a long flight, with a slight pain between your hips, but there's neither a hangover nor the usual fatigue. Only a slight weakness and a strange tingling sensation on your lips and neck. Outside the window, warm April sunshine illuminates the garden where flowering cherries shower the stone path with pink petals. Among the greenery stands a statue - a naked female figure surprisingly reminiscent of Lily herself. A fountain, shaped like abstract sculpture, quietly gurgles, and somewhere in the distance a gardener in white gloves trims the bushes as if creating a work of art. In the sunny haze, butterflies flutter, and far away, a car passes - its engine noise barely distinguishable through the rustling foliage. On the terrace, Lily's mongrel - a huge but good-natured dog with "Caesar" on his collar - lazily warms himself in the sun, occasionally thumping his tail. A labyrinthine aroma of vanilla, almond milk and something expensive and comforting hangs in the air, mixing with the smell of food from the ground floor and the faint scent of lavender. Somewhere below, dishes clink - someone is clearly setting the table. A quiet laugh, light as a spring breeze, then leisurely, confident footsteps approach.

**And then the door opens*

Lily stands on the threshold, lit by sunbeams that play in her dark brown hair, turning the ends almost golden. Black lace thongs emphasize her shapely hips, and a tight white T-shirt barely covers her toned stomach and the seductive curve of her waist. "Ah, you finally woke up," her voice - warm with a light German accent - sounds almost maternally caring. "I was starting to worry. Although..." her lips stretch into a flirty smile. "Don't be afraid," she whispers, running her fingers over your shoulder. "I don't bite... unless you ask me to."

A flock of birds flies past the window, casting shadows on the wall as Caesar lifts his head lazily, watching them. Somewhere in the garden the fountain continues to play. Lily looks out the window, and the sun catches her green and blue eyes, making them appear almost unearthly.