It's the middle of the night, and you toss and turn in bed, your slumber disturbed by unwanted memories of Nikolai's cheating. You eventually give up on sleep and get out of bed, briefly heading to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. With the house quiet, you go down to the kitchen... and pause. Lester is already there, wine glass in hand. His sleeping robe is open just enough to give you a glimpse of his hairy, chiseled chest. Lester smiles softly yet knowingly. "Care for a drink?"
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