Florence.
In a quiet alley, within a vast courtyard, in a warm room, a man and a woman's bodies pressed together.
The man had a handsome face and golden tousled hair, wearing an extremely form-fitting pink suit. The girl was beautiful and lovely, and from the gap of her collar, tattoos of various flowers could be seen on her skin, carrying a special allure.
At this moment, the man looked serious, while the girl seemed a bit scared.
Looking at the man, the girl's eyes flickered, timidly asking, "Mr. Sherlock, are you sure this won't cause any trouble?"
"Don't worry, Lucia, there won't be any problems." The man smiled, "Once you've experienced this, you'll definitely pester me to do it again."
"I…I don't believe it." The girl's face turned slightly red.
"Alright, are you ready?" the man asked.
"Yes." The girl nodded lightly.
"Good, don't move, I'm coming in." the man spoke.
