Offering his hand to Gren, and typist willing, he'll lead his dance partner away from the main room, into the hallway and up the stairs to one of the upper hallways. "My room is on the third floor," he says, turning to Gren, leaning in closer, his voice husky with desire. "Shall we retire there, or, like me, are you finding it hard to wait that
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