Perverted Old Men

Cassius opened the flaps of the tent and stepped inside, and immediately noticed the warmth and faint sweet scent of lavender oil wafting through the air.

And the moment he did, Julie, seated on one of the multiple inflatable beds embedded into the tent's floor, looked up at him with a radiant, enthusiastic smile. Her legs swung back and forth like an excited child's as she gently bounced up and down on the springy surface, testing its resilience.

"Cassius! You weren't kidding about upgrading us from those flimsy tents." She said, her eyes sparkling. "These beds are incredible! They're so bouncy, better than the ones I've got back at home."

"...I don't think I'll ever want to sleep on the ground again after this."

She pressed her palms down and gave another small bounce, laughing softly at how the bed cushioned her movement.

"I was just telling Aisha and Skadi about it. You really went above and beyond."