Charlotte's desk stands on the east side of the large bed, close to the window. As soon as Astrid entered from the vestibule and turned around, she could see the raven-haired beauty sitting at her desk, facing away, submerged in work.
A small orange-yellow lamp sat at the corner of the table; its light became a brush, outlining the woman's voluptuous, alluring figure. Her long black hair reached her waist, and a thin, pure white silk nightgown draped over her body, accentuating her mature and sophisticated charm.
Precisely because of this atmosphere, Astrid chose not to break it. Instead, as soon as she entered the room, she quietly approached Charlotte from behind, standing right next to the wooden study chair, and gently began massaging her shoulders.
