The chair in this room isn't just a piece of furniture, but a throne from which I observe the world I've just conquered. She's on my lap, a vibrant body seeking my warmth, her legs encircling my hips as if to say there's nowhere else she'd rather be. She looks at me with those shining eyes of someone who's found her master, while I hold her close, claiming her every breath. And at the far end of the room, almost out of focus but present with every fiber of his being, there he is. A faithful shadow observing the triumph of our chemistry, proud to have handed his woman over to the only man capable of truly satiating her.