With the click of the phone, Mark decided he would check on his little kittens. They were cute and timid just like a curious tiny ball of fur. His lips curled at the comparison his mind had summoned from the mists that was the brains thought process. It never ceased to amaze him. The mind was a mysterious thing. He wondered if its numerous mysteries would ever be fully explored and understood.<br/><br/>As he neared the staircase, the sound of music drifted down. The melody was beautiful. He smiled. It was a cello; Vivianna was playing. This was pleasant but surprising. He hadn't pegged Vivianna as being confident enough to have the courage to play so soon. Obviously it was something she enjoyed deeply and enough to have the courage.<br/><br/>Ascending the stairs was quiet as the music masked his steps. He approached the room the two resided in and leaned against the wall and peered in. He decided not to disturb them and instead observe their interactions. He enjoyed just watching. Mark had experimented in his past with a strip club. It was mildly erotic but not really his style. He had always imagined a striptease being for him and not for a crowd or for money. When Vivianna and Amber did it, it would be for him. They would enjoy it as well.<br/><br/>After the beautiful music ended, Mark continued to be quiet. Amber's bold comment made Mark smile. He wondered how long it would take one of them to come onto the other. Now, would Vivianna accept the come on? Mark honestly hoped so. While he could understand if Vivianna didn't, he certainly wanted to watch the show. Voyeurism was just so damn hot.