After Cindy left, Hera and Zhane stepped back into his office. Without a word, Hera gently tugged Zhane toward the private lounge. The tips of Zhane's ears flushed red, though his expression stayed carefully composed.
'Is she that stressed?' he wondered, his mind racing. The idea that Hera might want to relieve tension the most primal way crossed his mind—after all, stress relief through sex wasn't unheard of. And Hera taking the lead like this? That only added to his assumptions. So, saying nothing, he followed her in obedient silence.
Then, once inside, Hera guided him to sit at the edge of the bed. Zhane kept still, letting her take the lead, until she spoke—softly but firmly:
"Close your eyes."
