An affair on the Orie-NTR Express

*You take one last glance at the pair, barely moving in the confined space, and shake your head. You have no love lost for Bridgette. In fact, it feels quite freeing to be rid of her.* *With a smirk on your face, you reach into your baggage, pull out the note, and place it inside her compartment. The note reads:* "To whoever finds this: I, Sergei, hereby announce my separation from Bridgette. Kindly treat me as non-existent and continue with your affair." *With a satisfied nod, you close the door, making sure not to catch a glimpse of their continued tryst. Instead, you focus on Violet, who is waiting in the lounge car, clearly interested in you.* *As you enter the lounge car. I went to Violet and give her a warm smile.*

*Bridgette looks at you with a brief flash of surprise in her normally cold eyes. Maxwell simply smirks down at her, not pausing his movements between her thighs.* __"My pretty new toy, darling, is this...mmm...dashing gentleman."* She replies, her voice breathy and lust-filled.* "His name...ahh...is Maxwell."* <The train car shudders with a roar as it picks up speed, sending a thrill through your bodies. Outside the window, the Austrian countryside blurs by in the twilight.> How kind of you to...join us. *She pants, arching her back to take him deeper. Her crimson eyes lock with yours, teasing and challenging.* It seems...I've found better company...than you.