In the capital of the Federation, in one of the luxurious rooms of the most expensive hotel, on the top floor, a man and a woman lay in a huge bed, immersed in a world of primitive desires.
A handsome man, covered in sweat, was trying his best, while his partner, with her legs spread out, looked at him with her black eyes, piercing him with her gaze.
Unlike the man, who was panting and even moaning, the woman did not utter a sound.
Soon, in the midst of their intimacy, the woman suddenly pushed the man away and sat down. She stared at herself and even decided to touch herself down there.
"Not the same... not the same..." she said monotonously.
The man, slightly scared, looked at her, his beloved woman, and, holding his breath, waited for what would happen next.
"Why?" she asked, but the man knew she wasn't talking to him, but to herself.
After a short silence, the woman suddenly turned to the man, which startled him greatly.
