You take off the ring, and are momentarily disoriented by the sudden darkness which is broken by freshly lit cigarette in your hand and the taste of it in your mouth. You are supine, with your head on a pillow, nude, slick with sweat, hot and sore from exertion.
Dawn is laying against you at your side, her normally pale, emotionless face fraught with the pink tinge of afterglow, in the same state as you are, only panting to catch her breath, as are you. No one else is in the room.
The surroundings do not resemble those of your building.
