Gerard places his empty wine glass over the white, fake marble Ikea table in Lilith’s living room. His eyes trail over to her, watching as she licks her lips after taking a sip of wine. She was a beautiful girl. Long flowing black hair that seemed to always be caught in the wind, her eyes slanted upwards giving her the impression of a cat. Her lips were plump and inviting, and she always had them set into a permanent pout, aware of their power.

“What are you looking at?” Her soft, sensual voice brings him out of his reverie. He smiles lazily, his arm, draped along the back of the velvet couch, plays with a silky strand of her hair. “You.” He answers simply.

Lilith smiles and leans towards him, the tangy sweet scent of red wine in her mouth drifts over to Gerard. He looks down at her chest put on a lovely display by the plunging neckline of her black dress, her cleavage decorated by the delicate teardrop diamonds from her necklace. “Are you going to kiss me or what?” She murmurs, pouting up at him.

Gerard tilts his head slightly, feeling his pants grow tighter by the second. “Show me your room.” She looks at him in amusement and throws her head back with a laugh. He looks at her long, slender neck. “Oh you are so old school. I knew it.” She says and stands up. She was still wearing those tall black heels with the red bottoms. “Well come on then.” She holds her hand out to him.

Gerard slips his hand into her soft palm and lets her guide him to her room. She pushes open the door and they are greeted by a screechingly white bedroom light, a stark contrast to the dark night that loomed behind the windows. Gerard squints his eyes slightly as he takes the place in.

At a first glance, it was a regular bedroom; a queen-sized bed facing the door, two white nightstands that matched it adorning it on either side; a closet with mirrors for doors all along the left wall of the room; a desk on the opposite side of it.

Gerard walks over to the bed and lets his fingers graze the headboard. Fake wood, definitely Ikea too. He lets his eyes travel over the bed cover. It was a dark shade of purple, thin and wrinkled. Two slender pillows laid across the top of the bed. He looks at his fingertips, they were dusty now.

Lilith walks over to him, “Unzip me, will you?” She turns around, her back to him and turns her head slightly to look at him. Gerard grabs the zipper on the top of her dress and slowly slides it down. Her back was slender and unblemished. Lilith lets the dress fall to the ground. His eyes follow the movement, he sees a pairless earing right at the bottom of the bed.

She turns around, facing him in all of her seminaked glory, her black lacy underwear a tempting invitation. “I’ll be right back.” She purrs and kisses the edge of his lips. She then saunters out, making sure to sway her hips from side to side as she does.

He continues his perusal, walking over to the desk. Shopping receipts were piled up on one side, too many to count, each one flattened out carefully. Gerard leafs through them; Gucci, Prada, Cartier, Ralph Lauren, Burberry. He can hear the water running at full blast from Lilith’s bathroom.

There’s a large, again fake-wood, jewelry box with a glass display in the center of the desk. All sorts of jewels glimmer and wink up at Gerard as he pulls the top open. He raises a bracelet with diamonds similar to the ones Lilith was currently wearing around her neck. It was heavy, definitely not fake. A rainbow of luminescent stones decorates the velvety interior of the box; rubies, emeralds, sapphires, pearls. He closes the box lightly.

A yellow bag filled with makeup products is also on the desk, zipped open with products pouring out of it like guts. Its fabric is stained with shimmery powder, streaks of red and black all over it. An empty black purse sits beside the bag.

Gerard walks over to the mirrored closet, eyebrows furrowed at himself as he slides open one of the door. It was bursting with clothes. Excentric colors and fabrics screaming out at him as he rifles through them. Most of the clothes still have tags on them and they’re in pristine conditions, unlike the bed cover or the makeup bag.

He walks over to one of the nightstands and pulls it open. It’s filled with even more neatly piled and flattened out receipts. He closes it and walks over to the other nightstand, in it: a vibrator, a purple dildo, lube and condoms. A lot of condoms.

He closes the drawer. He hears the faucet turn off. Gerard looks around the room slowly. There was nothing else to see. The room was completely devoid of anything that could tell him more about this woman he was with. There were no family pictures, no little quirky notes or love letters, no diplomas or medals or trophies, nothing truly personal. Just cheap furniture, a seemingly temporary collection of expensive clothes and jewelry, receipts, and sexual gizmos.

Gerard looks down at his watch. It was past midnight. He looks towards the closed bathroom door and without another thought, walks out of there before she can catch him escaping.