The air inside the studio in South Jakarta felt cold, yet Maya's palms were sweaty. She glanced at Arya, her husband, who was sitting relaxed on a dark brown leather sofa. Arya looked very calm, a stark contrast to Maya's heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
"We just want to capture the most authentic side of Mrs. Maya," said Mr. Danu, the studio representative sitting across from them. His smile was professional, but his gaze seemed to be mapping every inch of Maya's face. "Beauty like this... it would be a shame if it were only stored in personal memories."
Maya looked down, playing with the wedding ring on her finger. There was a pride that tickled her ego hearing that compliment. Honestly, she knew she was beautiful. She enjoyed how the fitted dress she was wearing hugged the curves of her body perfectly. Maya always liked it when her office friends complimented her or teased her about her beauty and body, but she always hid that feeling from Arya, afraid he would get jealous and forbid her from working again.
"I agree with Mr. Danu, Honey," Arya chimed in, his voice low and reassuring. He stroked the back of Maya's hand. "You always said you wanted to have memories we could look back on when we're old. This is the time. I want the world—or at least this camera lens—to know how lucky I am to have you."
Maya looked into Arya's eyes, searching for doubt, but she only found a strange glint of excitement. Was Arya really that willing? Or was there something he wasn't telling her?
Maya swallowed. Mr. Danu's praise still echoed in her head. There was something warm, like a small ember, that ignited in her chest every time a man called her beautiful. She glanced at Arya once more. Her husband smiled — the same smile as back then, when he first confessed his love in the back garden of their campus twenty years ago. The smile that always managed to paralyze her logic. If Arya doesn't mind, who am I to mind? But in the darkest corner of her mind, there was another voice whispering more softly, more honestly: You want this, Maya. You just needed someone to give you permission. "Alright," Maya finally whispered. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears — too calm for everything churning inside her.
Maya stepped into the dressing room, which had large mirrored walls. There, a thick white towel robe had been prepared. With trembling hands, she began to remove her clothes, one by one. As the last piece of fabric fell to the floor, she stood frozen in front of the mirror.
She admired her own reflection. Her clean skin, the firm line of her shoulders. There was a forbidden spark of arousal imagining others would see her like this. Especially for a 40-year-old woman, she was still relatively fit compared to her peers. However, the fear of people's judgment and the shame of being a wife immediately pushed that feeling back down.
She put on the towel robe, tying its belt tightly, making sure there was no gap left open.
Meanwhile, outside the dressing room, the atmosphere shifted. As soon as the door closed, Arya stood up and approached Mr. Danu. They whispered intensely.
"Is everything ready?" Arya asked, his voice now sharper, without the gentleness he had shown Maya earlier.
"Everything as you ordered, Mr. Arya," answered Mr. Danu, showing a folder on his tablet. "Our male model is already in the back waiting room. He's very professional. We'll make sure the transition feels natural so Mrs. Maya doesn't feel suddenly cornered."
Arya nodded slowly. There was a mix of anxiety and explosive anticipation churning in his mind. He loved Maya, loved her deeply, but the imagination of seeing his wife copulate with another man right before his eyes had haunted him for years. Arya didn't dare voice this forbidden imagination to Maya, afraid she would think he was crazy or wanted to pimp her out. Today, that fantasy was no longer just a shadow. Danu, whom he'd known since high school, had a very out-of-the-box idea: to hold a nude photoshoot for Maya, complete with a gigolo playing the role of a male model, where the gigolo would have sex with Maya right in front of Arya.
When Maya emerged from the dressing room, she felt incredibly fragile. The towel robe did cover her body, but the fact that she wore nothing underneath made her feel as if the whole world could see through the fabric.
She found Arya sitting alone in the waiting room. Mr. Danu and the other staff had disappeared, supposedly to prepare the lighting.
"Arya." Maya's voice came out louder than she intended. Her husband turned his head. For a second — just a second — Maya felt she saw something foreign on Arya's face. Something that was quickly hidden behind a smile.
"What's wrong?" Arya asked lightly.
She sat down next to her husband, pulling her robe tighter. "Are you sure about me doing this photoshoot here, with strangers? If you want nude photos of me, we could just do it at home, you could take them."
Arya didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached for Maya's hand, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist — right at the point where her pulse could be felt. An old gesture. A gesture that always worked.
Arya put his arm around his wife's shoulders, pulling her close. "Shh... look at me."
Maya looked up.
"You look so beautiful today. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll be right there, in the corner of the room, watching you. You're safe with me," Arya whispered.
Maya took a deep breath, trying to draw strength from her husband's presence. She didn't know that behind that calming smile, Arya was counting down the seconds to the scenario he had meticulously arranged.
"Come on," Arya invited softly, standing up. "They're waiting in the photoshoot room."
The softbox lights in the studio blazed simultaneously, creating a dazzling and sterile white stage. The air pumped by the air conditioning felt like icy needles piercing Maya's skin as she stepped inside, following Arya's steady footsteps.
In the middle of the room, Mr. Danu was having a low discussion with a young man whose back was turned to them. The atmosphere felt very technical and cold, far from the romantic notion that had briefly crossed Maya's mind.
"Okay, Mrs. Maya, Mr. Arya. Let's start right away since the lighting is perfect," Mr. Danu's voice broke the silence.
Maya stood in the center of the light circle. She turned to look at Arya, who had now taken a position in the corner of the room, sitting on a wooden chair with his arms folded. Her husband's gaze didn't leave her—a gaze that was hard to interpret, caught between adoration and a restrained hunger.
With fingers trembling violently, Maya reached for the knot of her towel robe. One pull. The thick fabric loosened. Two pulls. The robe slipped from her shoulders, falling in a heap on the floor like discarded skin.
Maya stood there, completely bare under the thousands of watts of light. Her reflexes kicked in immediately; her right hand covered her breasts, which rose and fell with her quickening breath, while her left hand covered her groin. She let out a small, odd-sounding laugh—a nervous laugh trying to cover up the immense shame.
"Sorry... it's really cold in here," Maya whispered, trying to find an excuse for her heavily goosebumped skin.
Mr. Danu didn't answer; he was just busy adjusting his lens, while from behind the shadows, the figure of the man who had been talking to Danu began to step forward.
The man, whom Maya later learned was named Reno, entered the light area wearing only a similar towel robe. He was tall, athletic, with skin slightly darker than Maya's. Maya's eyes widened. She hadn't expected anyone else to be naked in this room.
"Wait... Mr. Danu, who is this?" Maya's sentence trailed off.
Danu casually answered that this was Reno, the male model who would accompany her during the session. Reno was there on Danu's suggestion, and Arya had agreed.
Reno wasted no time. He removed his robe with a very efficient, almost mechanical movement. There, right before Maya's eyes, Reno stood with his manhood fully erect—tense, veined, and pointing towards her.
Blood seemed to rush to Maya's face, making it feel hot despite the cold room. She quickly turned to Arya, "Honey, is this okay? You didn't mention a male model." She was looking for protection or at least a sign that this was a mistake. However, Arya just stared at her with a suspicious smile. Her husband answered lightly, "Yeah, it's okay, honey. Mr. Danu and I talked about it earlier, and I agreed to his suggestion, I just forgot to tell you, dear."
Maya opened her mouth — then closed it again. She wanted to say this wasn't what she had agreed to. That there was a line that shouldn't be crossed. But Reno had already extended his hand, and her overly trained social reflex made her shake it before her brain could veto.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Maya," Reno said. His hand was warm and dry.
Maya pulled her hand back too quickly. "Nice to meet you," she repeated, her voice flatter than she intended.
"Mrs. Maya, please move closer to Mr. Reno," Mr. Danu's instruction sounded flat. "We'll take the first intimate pose. Reno, hug from the front, almost a kiss. Close-up on the face."
Reno stepped forward. Maya could feel the heat radiating from the strange man's body. When Reno's broad, hard chest made contact with Maya's soft breasts, there was an electric shock sensation that shot down her spine. Reno's large hands landed on Maya's slender waist, pulling her until their stomachs pressed together without any gap. Reno's hardened groin was squeezed between their stomachs.
Reno's face was just inches away. Maya could see the details of the young man's face, see how Reno's eyes looked at her politely and professionally, as if this intimacy was normal for him. Maya was frozen, her eyes trembling as she looked at Reno, while out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arya starting to sit up straighter, his hands gripping the chair arms.
"Shift a bit, Reno. The angle's off," Danu commanded.
Reno shifted his body, creating a wall of flesh that meant Arya could only see Maya's back. Reno stared into Maya's eyes from very close, the gap between their lips only 1 cm, as if they would kiss in the next second. In that blind spot, when Arya couldn't see what was happening on their faces, Maya, drowning in that intimate atmosphere, unconsciously moved her lips forward until Reno and Maya's lips met in a small, brief kiss, but one full of pressure.
Maya gasped. Her heart raced wildly. There was an immense fear of having betrayed her husband's trust, yet at the same time, there was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline realizing that she was kissing another man, completely naked, right in front of her own husband.
"New pose. Reno behind Mrs. Maya. Hug from behind," Danu's voice echoed again. Reno moved behind Maya and hugged her very tightly from behind. His hard penis was pressed between Maya's buttocks. Reno then wrapped his arms around Maya's chest and stomach, so her breasts clearly emerged from the gap between Reno's arms.
Now, Maya's back was resting entirely against Reno's chest. She felt so small in that man's embrace. Arya could now only see Reno's broad back.
Reno's hands began to explore as Danu took photos. One hand crept up to one of Maya's breasts and played with it with just the right pressure, while the other hand went down, slipping between Maya's closed thighs. Reno's fingers began to play there, stroking the sensitive folds that were now starting to warm up.
Maya closed her eyes, her head drooping onto Reno's shoulder. She tried hard not to make a sound, but her body couldn't lie. A thick drop of fluid was clearly flowing from her groin down her inner thigh.
"Wait, stop for a moment," Mr. Danu interrupted suddenly. Danu touched his own inner thigh to signal to clean Maya's groin.
Maya opened her eyes, her face flushed crimson. She looked down, seeing the trail of moisture starting to run down her inner thigh. Overwhelming shame washed over her.
"I'll get a cloth," said Danu. However, instead of a female staff member, Reno was the one who took the white cloth from Danu's hand.
Arya suddenly stood up and walked closer. Arya pretended to be worried about his wife, even though he knew Maya was getting aroused. Arya now stood beside them, only about two meters away, providing a very clear viewpoint of what was about to happen.
Reno knelt in front of Maya. With the cloth in hand, he began to wipe the moisture from Maya's groin. Maya panicked, because her intimate area would be touched by another man and seen directly by Arya. Maya tried to take the cloth from Reno's hand, "let me do it myself," Maya said. Reno replied politely, "It's okay, ma'am, let me do it, to make sure it's cleaner." However, the movement didn't feel like cleaning. Reno used his cloth-covered fingers to press Maya's most sensitive spot, rubbing it there with a deliberately slow rhythm.
Arya watched every detail. He saw how his wife's wet labia were being wiped and played with by another man's hand. Maya bit her lower lip, staring at Arya with a pleading look, trying to convince her husband—or herself—that this was just part of the cleaning procedure.
Arya walked back to the corner of the room behind Maya, where he could only see Maya and Reno from Maya's back, and gave a signal to Reno. Reno received the signal from Arya and put the cloth down near his feet, then confidently, the man's long fingers now touched Maya's skin directly, wet with her own fluid. Without warning, Reno slipped one finger inside the warmth of Maya's body, which made Maya gasp, wanting to scream, but holding it in so Arya wouldn't suspect Reno's indecent behavior. Maya whispered "don't..." to Reno, while trying to resist and pull away from her intimate area, but Reno just smiled slightly and instead increased the intensity of his finger play.
Seconds turned into minutes, the finger movements became bolder, going in and out with a subtle yet clearly audible wet friction sound in the silent room. Maya's effort to resist Reno was futile because Maya was weaker and the sensation of Reno's assault was starting to make her legs weaker, and Maya folded her arms, hugging herself tightly, to hold back the urge to moan, until her breath became ragged. Maya drowned in this taboo situation, she wanted to just sink into this pleasure, but was afraid Arya would be angry, accuse her of being unfaithful, for letting her body be so easily groped by another man. She looked at Arya, hoping her husband would stop this, but what she saw was Arya sitting relaxed while playing on his phone.
Maya tried to act as if nothing was happening, as if Reno was just wiping away the remaining fluid, but the contractions in her lower abdomen began to spiral out of control...
The pristine white walls of the studio seemed to close in, trapping the hot air that grew denser between Maya's skin and Reno's fingers. The man's fingers were still working there, performing precise, demanding circular motions inside Maya's warmth.
Suddenly, Maya's body jerked violently. Maya's toes curled against the cold studio floor, while her back arched to contain the feeling. The sound of her held-back breath shattered into a hoarse, restrained moan. The orgasm hit her while she was standing, making her lose her balance for a moment until she had to lean completely on Reno's sturdy shoulder.
Arya, standing only a few steps away from them, saw everything. He saw how his wife's thighs trembled violently and how Maya's eyes rolled back for a few seconds. There was a dark satisfaction that surged in Arya's chest—seeing his wife climax at the hands of a strange man—yet he quickly forced his face to remain blank, as if he were just observing the technical process of lens cleaning.
Reno looked up, staring at Maya who was still catching her breath. A thin smile curled at the corner of his lips—a predator's smile that knew its prey was starting to succumb to instinct.
"Good. Very natural reaction, Mrs. Maya," Mr. Danu's voice broke the silence with a cold tone contrasting sharply with the situation. "Now, we move to the main concept. Reno, please lie on your back in the middle of the floor. Mrs. Maya, you will take the cowgirl position on top of him."
Maya blinked, trying to gather her scattered senses. "But... Mr. Danu, isn't this just a photo?"
"That's right. It's just for the visual composition," Danu explained while adjusting his camera angle. "You don't need to penetrate. Just sit on him, make sure your sensitive parts are touching to create a real sense of 'intimacy' for the camera."
Reno immediately lay his athletic body down on the floor. His tense manhood pointed straight at the ceiling, pulsing slowly with his heartbeat. Maya glanced towards Arya who was now slowly walking back to the corner of the room, sitting there with legs crossed, seemingly giving space for the "performance."
With her heart still pounding from the aftermath of her orgasm, Maya stepped over Reno's body. She felt an incredible heat radiating from between the man's legs. Slowly, Maya lowered herself, letting her still wet and sensitive vaginal lips land directly on top of Reno's hard, hot shaft.
Maya didn't sit down completely. She supported herself on her knees, making slow up-and-down movements. Every time she lowered herself, the soft skin of her groin rubbed directly against the tense veins of Reno's penis. The sensation of flesh meeting flesh made her close her eyes.
Reno grabbed Maya's hips with both large hands, helping to guide the rhythm of the friction. "You're doing very well, Maya," Reno whispered, his voice now bolder since Arya was far enough away.
Maya glanced towards the corner. Arya seemed busy with his phone, or maybe pretending to be busy. That false sense of security began to poison Maya's logic. She started to enjoy how her own natural fluids lubricated Reno's shaft, creating a wet rubbing sound only they could hear amidst the studio's silence.
Reno moaned lowly as the head of his penis brushed against Maya's still-throbbing clitoris. Maya could feel the blunt tip of Reno's manhood pressing into her cleft, but it was blocked by her suspended sitting position.
The studio lights flashed a few times with the clicks of Mr. Danu's camera shutter. Maya felt her world narrowing down to that single point of contact. She looked down, seeing how her most private part seemed to be swallowing the large shaft beneath her every time she pressed down.
She glanced again at Arya. Her husband was still there, looking calm, as if he had surrendered authority over his wife's body to this studio. Arya's passive acceptance only fueled the forbidden passion within Maya.
He won't know... or maybe, he actually wants me to do this, Maya thought with the last shreds of her sanity.
Maya leaned her body forward, letting her breasts dangle and occasionally touch Reno's broad chest. In that very close position, she whispered almost inaudibly, "Reno..."
Reno seemed to understand the code. He let go of Maya's hips and replaced it with a subtle upward thrust of his own pelvis.
Maya took a deep breath. With one deliberate movement that looked like she was just adjusting her sitting position, Maya lifted her hips slightly and guided the hard tip of Reno directly into her opening, which was already wide open and very wet.
Plop.
The head of Reno's penis slid into her warmth. Maya's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat. The immediate feeling of fullness made her feel as if her heart had stopped beating. She stared at Arya with a look full of terror and exploding passion, checking if her husband noticed the change in position.
Arya remained silent in the corner, but his sharp eyes didn't blink at all. Down below, Reno began to pump with short, powerful thrusts, sending new shockwaves through all of Maya's nerves...
The atmosphere inside the studio now felt like a vacuum filled with static electricity. Every click from Mr. Danu's camera seemed to become a new heartbeat for Maya. She was at the peak of a delicious lie, a secret she kept tightly hidden right under her own husband's nose.
Reno was in full control. With his back still on the cold floor, he bent his knees, providing leverage for Maya's thighs to grip. Reno's pelvis moved in a short but very powerful rhythm, driving his manhood deeper into Maya's warmth, which was already flooded with natural lubricant.
"Mrs. Maya, lean your body forward. Hug Mr. Reno's neck," Mr. Danu's instruction came sharply.
Maya followed the direction, her breath becoming ragged. She dropped her chest onto Reno's, letting her breasts be flattened between them. Maya's arms wrapped around Reno's neck, hiding her face in the crook of the young man's neck.
From Arya's position in the corner, all he saw was his wife embracing the male model in a dramatic pose. Arya couldn't see how down below, hidden behind Maya's pale thighs, Reno's penis was repeatedly thrusting into his wife's womb with soft, wet slapping sounds, muffled by the friction of their skin. Arya pretended not to hear the sound to avoid exposing this charade.
Reno was a professional in this "game." He knew exactly how to please the woman on top without making movements too conspicuous for the distant observer. He used twisting thrusts, rubbing against the walls of Maya's vagina with a precision that almost made Maya lose consciousness.
"Ahhh..." Maya's moan was muffled against Reno's ear. She bit Reno's shoulder to suppress the sound.
Maya felt like she was dancing on the edge of a knife. The fear that Arya would stand up and see what was actually happening beneath her stomach made her nerves ten times more sensitive. Every time Reno thrust deep, Maya felt incredible contractions. She felt so guilty, yet her body demanded more. She began to meet Reno's thrusts, moving her hips in wild circular motions, while constantly ensuring her face remained hidden from Arya's view.
"Very good, Mrs. Maya. Maintain that 'anguished' expression," Danu lied, knowing full well Maya's expression was one of pure ecstasy. "Reno, your hands... squeeze her buttocks a bit to make the muscles look tight on camera."
Reno's large hands crept down, gripping both of Maya's buttocks and squeezing with a force that made Maya arch her chest. Reno pulled Maya closer, making the penetration so deep that Maya could feel the pulse at the tip of Reno's manhood.
Arya remained silent in his chair. From where he sat, he could see Maya's sweaty back, the muscles in his wife's thighs tensing with every move Reno made, and Reno's hands freely exploring his wife's body. Arya knew exactly what was happening. He knew his wife was no longer just posing. He saw how Maya's toes curled inward—a sign he knew well when Maya was enjoying intimate relations.
Yet, Arya enjoyed this role. The role of the "deceived" husband. He wanted to see how far Maya would go in her lie. He wanted to see his wife shattered by the pleasure given by another man, while he remained the only one in control of this scenario.
"Mr. Arya, would you like to see the results on the monitor?" asked Mr. Danu, deliberately baiting him.
"No need, Mr. Danu," Arya answered with a calm voice that sent shivers down Maya's spine. "Just continue. I like watching them from here. It looks very... artistic."
Hearing Arya's voice, Maya panicked even more. That fear mixed with passion as Reno suddenly sped up his tempo. Reno no longer gave short thrusts; he began pumping with full force, making Maya's body shake violently on top of him.
Maya squeezed her eyes shut tightly, tears beginning to well up from the overwhelming intensity. She felt herself on the brink. Her vaginal fluids kept seeping out, lubricating Reno's thighs, yet she kept trying to ensure the connecting point of their bodies wasn't visible to Arya.
"Mrs. Maya, lift your head a little. Look towards the camera, but don't let go of your embrace," Danu gave a new instruction.
Maya looked up with a face that was already a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her lips swollen from biting them, and her eyes were hazy with passion. She stared towards the camera, but really, she was staring at Arya who was behind it.
Down below, Reno launched his final assault. He struck Maya's most sensitive spot repeatedly at high speed. Maya felt as if her womb was being twisted by pleasure. She wanted to scream, she wanted to call Arya's name and apologize, but what came out of her mouth was only a long, vibrating moan.
"O-okay... enough for this pose," Mr. Danu cut in suddenly as he saw Maya was nearing a second orgasm. "Let's change positions. Reno, get up. Mrs. Maya, stay on the floor, on all fours. We'll shoot from a back angle."
Reno pulled out with a wet popping sound. Maya felt incredibly empty as his manhood left her body. She crawled shakily, trying to catch her racing breath, while the remaining clear fluids from her and Reno dripped onto the pristine white studio floor.
The cold studio floor contrasted sharply with Maya's burning skin. Under Mr. Danu's direction, Maya now crawled to the center of the photoshoot area. She took the position on all fours, with both palms and knees as support.
Her face was directed straight at Arya. From this low position, Maya was forced to look up, staring directly into her husband's eyes. She felt so low, so exposed—like an animal or a whore on display. Yet, the glint in Arya's eyes, watching her intently, only made Maya's stomach clench with a painful arousal.
"Reno, hold her hips. Mr. Arya wants a closer look at his wife's 'expression' while under pressure from our male model," Danu said, his tone growing bolder, almost like a director showing off his merchandise.
Reno complied. He gripped Maya's inner thighs, spreading the woman's legs wider before her husband. From Arya's position, he could see how Maya's stomach trembled violently with every deep pelvic thrust Reno delivered. The low-set lights created long shadows that hid the point of penetration, but the wet, rhythmic slapping sounds couldn't be fooled by any lighting trick.
Arya stepped even closer, until he stood right in front of Maya's face, which was lying limply on the studio floor. He knelt in front of his wife, forcing Maya to look up with what little strength she had left.
"You look amazing, Honey," Arya whispered. His hand reached out, stroking Maya's hot cheek with the back of his finger. "I've never seen you this surrendered. Mr. Danu is right, you have a hidden talent."
Maya wanted to cry. She felt like a cheap whore being used in front of her owner. Yet, when Reno thrust his manhood deep into the deepest point of her womb, Maya just let out a long moan. She grabbed Arya's hand, kissing her husband's palm pleadingly, as if asking for forgiveness while simultaneously asking for more.
Reno knew this was his peak moment. He could feel the walls of Maya's womb twitching violently, gripping his penis with uncontrollable contractions. He glanced at Mr. Danu, who gave a small nod—the signal that the final "cleanup" could be done.
"Let's take the final shot. Reno, give it your all. Mr. Arya, stay there, let her look into your eyes as this ends," Danu instructed in a hoarse voice.
Reno accelerated his tempo to the maximum. He no longer held back. Each thrust now jolted Maya's body forward, nearly hitting Arya's chest as he knelt before her. Maya clutched Arya's arm tightly, her nails digging into her husband's skin as she felt Reno begin to pulse hard inside her.
Maya knew what was happening. She felt the hot, thick liquid start to spray, filling the empty space inside her. Her eyes widened, staring at Arya with immense horror. Reno came inside her. An unforgivable physical betrayal in the midst of this charade.
Maya tried to hold her expression. Tried to make everything seem okay. Her shattered feelings, the pleasure, and also the addiction left her speechless. Maya stared at Arya, searching for answers. Maya was surprised her husband wasn't angry. Had all the sexual acts from earlier really gone unnoticed by Arya? Had Maya successfully hidden all her forbidden actions with Reno from Arya?
Returning Maya's gaze, Arya just smiled faintly, a warm smile, while continuing to stroke Maya's sweat-damp hair. "You're so beautiful, dear. Maybe we could do this again sometime." Seeing Maya's confusion, Arya inwardly tried to restrain his lust. He had to pretend not to notice Reno and Maya's actions. He desperately wanted to fill Maya's vagina, already full of Reno's seed, with his own. But he had to hold back; at least Maya had started to taste how enjoyable it was to play with another man. Maya mustn't know that all of this was set up, that only she was unaware of the setup. If Maya found out now, Arya didn't know how she'd react—whether she'd feel disgusted with him, angry, disappointed, or even like it. Arya would slowly poison Maya's mind to keep fulfilling his fantasies.
"Okay... Cut! Perfect," Danu yelled as he turned off the camera.
The blinding studio lights slowly dimmed. Reno pulled himself out with a sound that was very real in the silence of the room. He immediately grabbed his towel robe, covering himself again as if all the madness that just happened was just ordinary office work.
Maya lay limp on the floor, feeling empty and dirty. She could feel the remnants of Reno's presence slowly flowing out from between her thighs, dripping onto the clean white floor. She waited for Arya's fury, waited for Arya to realize what had actually happened in the shadows.
Arya stood up, straightened his shirt, then extended his hand to help Maya stand.
"Come on, Honey. Put on your robe. We got what we were looking for," Arya said calmly. He didn't mention the fluid staining his wife's thighs, nor did he mention how Maya had moaned earlier.
As Maya walked on shaky legs towards the dressing room, she glanced back. She saw Arya and Mr. Danu shaking hands firmly, and for a second, she saw Arya hand a thick envelope to Danu while whispering, "Thank you for the setup, Mr. Danu, I am truly satisfied."
Maya stood frozen at the threshold of the dressing room door. Her feet refused to move. The words she heard were unbelievable; was it really her own husband who had orchestrated her being enjoyed by another man?
Maya closed the dressing room door behind her. She stood in front of the same mirror as before, but the woman looking back felt like a stranger. Her hair was a mess. There was a small bruise on her hip she hadn't noticed before. And between her thighs, she could feel something that churned her stomach — a mix of nausea and something else harder to name.
If it was true that her own husband had set her up, Maya wanted to be angry, how could he have let her be used by a stranger, and even have the moment documented?
But beneath the anger, there was another, more unsettling layer: she couldn't honestly say that everything that had happened was entirely bad. And that inability to say it — that was what made her want to cry. Maya put on her clothes with mechanical movements. Her hands weren't trembling anymore. That was precisely what was worrying — they should have been trembling.
She stared at the wedding ring on her finger.
Maya took a long breath, storing all those questions in a place she hadn't yet identified. She would go out, get into Arya's car, maybe have dinner at the same restaurant as usual, and Arya would act as if nothing had happened — and maybe she would play along too. For now. Because one thing she knew for sure: that conversation would happen. Maybe not tonight. But it would happen. And when it did, Maya didn't know yet whether what she would demand was an explanation, an apology — or something else entirely. She opened the dressing room door. Arya was already waiting, hand outstretched, a warm smile on his face. Maya took that hand. She didn't know yet if it was a sign of forgiveness, or a sign that this game had only just begun.