The wall was slowly opening up. He was leaning back in that recliner, watching it. It was as if the room itself was extended slightly, but other than that, it was hard to see any lines where the ceiling and floors stopped and the wall started… all so brightly white. Even the lighting seemed to come out of nowhere. Perhaps it was the sterile, clinical environment of an operating room, but somehow, it seemed fitting. Every focus would be given to the beauty that was standing there. And a beauty it was. His eyes widening slightly as he watched her. In that mostly see through dress, giving away every little curve that belonged to her body. He swallowed, slightly, as he sat there. Watching her come forward. She didn’t reach out to him, didn’t take his gaze to be caught with her own. No, her stance was demure. But the way she strutted towards the new owner, was important. Her hips swayed slowly, seductively, her chest gave off a slight jiggle with each click of those metallic heels. He held his breath, subconsciously.<br/><br/>The man in front of her waited, watched, taking in her body. His eyes studying her as the silence remained for a moment. It seemed to last minutes, but probably a good ten seconds in all before he stood, coming up off the chair that he had rested on. He got up, still not uttering a word. He approached her. But he was walking around her. Leaving her to stand there, as he made a little half circle. Admiring her in the dress she had selected to confront him with. She could probably sense his presence as he was standing behind her. Getting a view of the small of that back, the carefully done hair, that round rear.<br/><br/>His fingers touched for the first time, setting index and middle fingers on her hip, slowly pulling those fingerpads upwards along the dress. Hiking it up a little, those fingers travelled forward too. Until his hand settled protectively on her hipbone. He moved himself forward slightly. Untill he touched her. Settling himself against that ass, pushing up slightly against it to make her feel how hard she had already made him. His hand travelling on, further forward. Until his hand was on her lower stomach. His left hand slipped up to her hip too, pulling her back slightly against him. His voice, close to her ear. “Hello Chantel…” his voice was a warm vibrato, gentle, soft, but perhaps there could be a sterner tone too. “Are you ready to come home with me?”.