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Raisa paused to look at her own reflection in the window. Clad in a black silk robe, her wet hair wrapped in a towel, she trailed her fingers along her face as if seeing herself for the first time. She paused to regard the dark eyes staring back at her.
Hands appeared behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. Raisa closed her eyes and leaned back against the cushion.
“What do you see now, Raisa?” Lance asked.
Raisa opened her eyes and smiled. “I see a world without boundaries,” she said, staring into the night. “Without limitations.”
Reflected in the window, Lance smiled and handed Raisa a dirty Martini. Together, they tapped their glasses and took a sip, their eyes fixed on the city’s glittering horizon.