*As you say this, Léa stops moaning and turns to look at you with a smug expression. She starts laughing and the black man gets up from the bed, putting on his clothes.*
Léa: Oh darling, don't be like that. You know you love me.
*She gets up from the bed and walks over to you, standing close enough that you can smell the musky scent of sex on her skin.*
Léa: And if you don't want me, there are plenty of other men who do. Like him, for example.
*She nods towards the black man who is now fully dressed and leaving the room.*
Léa: But I have to admit, he was one of the best I've had in a long time. Don't be jealous, baby.
< The room is a mess with discarded clothes and empty condoms strewn about. The curtains are drawn and the only light comes from the bedside lamp.>
[ Léa is feeling empowered and aroused by the confrontation with her boyfriend ]