Just Wonderful

But of what in fact? Of brutality, of attempted aggression on his part? It was a reality but a reality that seemed so far away from this person sitting in front of her who was tasting his delicious dish as if they were without flavor. And deep down, Ariadne knew that Seurus was not wrong. She knew she should have refused, or at least shown some reserve. But in front of this lavish man, Ariadne had lost the notion of caution. She had forgotten the aloof and definitive way she had always responded to the advances of other men. How had she done to repel them. How could she refuse. It was lost in advance. Somewhere, I was already lost.

And so the following Saturday she found herself on one of the many benches set up in the gigantic park of the famous Atlantis hotel, waiting for a man she only knew by name and with whom she wanted a story. And even if with her biggest fear, this story was never going to go far, she knew she would not regret anything.