#voidedlux

The woman always hated Churches, even as a little girl, when she was forced to attend every Sunday or to every Youth Church events she was dragged to. What she didn't know back then was that her father used the Church as an excuse for some of his less than religious activities. Apparently that move never got old, as Catalina sat in a Church, waiting for the other to arrive. "This place could use some improvement," she said as the other sat next to her. "But the poor state of it allow for good cover I guess." She was almost fidgeting in place, eager to get out. Yet, she couldn't until she knew exactly what they wanted out of her. "I find that very crowded bars, with loud music also work great, for next time."

the night they'd shared together had been a fun one, memorable, even, but it was supposed to be just that; one night. it was something they'd both agreed on, and yet... here she was, on the other side of his door's peephole. how the hell had she even gotten his address? did he have a stalker on his hands? flattering, but... concerning. still, he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt, in large part due to how nicely her body was currently filling out that dress -- a dress that would look even better on the floor of his bedroom. or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom... after taking a second to fix his hair, lux tugged open the door, letting his gaze slowly move up and down her body to get a better loo, now that they were face to face. "couldn't resist a round two, huh? typical."

If there was one thing about Isolde's job, she definitely remembered people that she served. She might not know their names, but their faces were there. This man happened to be a handsome face that she wasn't likely to forget any time soon. When he had spoken and she missed the comment initially, she felt bad that she might have come across rude for not having caught what he'd said. However, when he repeated it, she laughed almost immediately, a genuine laugh that he might not understand considering what had been going through her mind before explaining.

"Well, now I'm worried that I've encountered a mind reader in you," she teased, playfully. A smile was set on her face as she turned her attention out to the horizon. "Honestly, I'm pretty sure this place could be considered therapy for anyone. For me, I just need to learn how to relax and enjoy the world around me. What about you? What are you needing beach therapy for... if you don't mind my asking?"

theo sat in the cozy waiting room, his nerves jangling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. the decision to meet with a sex therapist had been prompted by a desire to address certain aspects of his sex life that he found challenging to navigate. the soft hum of a nearby table fan added a touch of comfort to the atmosphere, the soothing rhythm attempting to calm the flutter of his thoughts.

moments later, the door opened, revealing a woman with an air of warmth and professionalism. whitney, the sex therapist, greeted him with a genuine smile, her demeanor putting him at ease instantly. her office was tastefully decorated, with calming hues and discreet artwork that set the tone for open discussion.