Koo’s penthouse door clicked shut behind her like a finality—a soft, echoing punctuation to the chaos of the night. The elevator ride down had been a haze: pussy throbbing sore and satisfied, her tiny black lace dress rumpled and riding up with every shift. She peeled it off in the foyer, letting it slither to the floor like a shed skin, and padded naked to her bedroom—body humming, mind spinning. Collapsing onto the silk sheets, she stared at the ceiling, the city’s pre-dawn glow filtering through the blinds.