As the guided museum tour progressed, Aria couldn't help but feel restless. Her eyes glazed over the numerous paintings and sculptures, her mind wandering elsewhere. She was grateful when her tour group reached a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of the other tourists.
Out of nowhere, a hand slipped around Aria's waist. She gasped, turning around to see an attractive man sporting long hair and tattoos, dressed in a crisp navy suit. "Shh," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "Do you want to have some fun?"
It was completely unexpected, and Aria's heart throbbed in her chest. She couldn't resist the rough aura around him, and before she knew it, her lips were mashed against his. The man's hands roamed all over Aria's body, squeezing her nipples and spreading her legs apart. "You're so wet," he growled, dipping his fingers into her panties and rubbing her clit.
Aria's knees buckled, and she reached out for something to hold onto. A nearby statue caught her eye, and she gasped as the tattooed man bent her over the cold marble sculpture. "Fuck me," she murmured, her legs shaking with anticipation.