Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge.
She nods. Thanks him silently.
He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat
Lana sits cross-legged on a woven rug. She hears a floorboard creak. She looks up. Low light
He slowly kneels in front of her.