He leads you to a sumptuous, candlelit apartment. You spend a very non-PG-13 night, and fall asleep, exhausted.

When you awake, you are surprised to find yourself on an airplane, and in first class. On your lap is a single white rose, and a note: Yours eternally, Lucien.

Oooh, baby! I want to start over!

I need a break! Take me back to the fiction page!