Epilogue: Grayson & Honey

Friday Night, 8:47 PM

Honey adjusted the emerald mask in the dressing room mirror, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. Five months pregnant, and she still craved this, the anonymity, the freedom, the delicious surrender that only The Velvet Room could provide. They didn't do it often now. They didn't need to.

"You're glowing," Madam V observed from the doorway, her knowing smile visible behind her signature red velvet mask. "Pregnancy suits you, ...