Audrey accepts the hand up, and follows Anna out of the club and into the halls of the Bowers.

It's a short walk over, and then Anna opens a door in the hallway to reveal a room decorated in rich red tones. There's a curtained bed, easily big enough for four people, and drifts of scarlet pillows with black roses stamped on them, and a mahogany nightstand with lube and aftercare potions already sitting on it ready to use. 

Anna sashays over to the bed and flops over on her back, stretching her arms above her head as if she were making a snow angel.

Audrey comes in and closes the door behind her. One two three strides across the floor and then her walk turns into a crawl as she climbs atop Anna.

Anna sits up a little, and presses in to french Audrey.

Audrey kisses back, eager and willing.

Anna props herself up with her left hand, and starts pulling at Audrey's t-shirt with her right.

Audrey takes the hint and strips off, tossing her shirt aside and giving Anna an eyeful of her breasts.

Anna grabs a big handful of Audrey's right breast and kisses her again as she squeezes, her whole body grinding up against her partner's weight. 

Audrey meets Anna's lips in the kiss, and reciprocates, trailing her hand across Anna's chest from one breast to the other.

"Let's get you out of that skirt," Anna breathes in Audrey's ear, hot and husky. 

Audrey leans back onto her knees and pushes down her skirt along with her panties, then steps off the bed for a moment to kick them off completely.

Anna sits up on the side of the bed and watches, her gaze following Audrey's panties as they fall off then flicking back up to her cock, her breasts, and finally her face. 

"Come sit," she says, and pats the bed next to her. 

Audrey comes over and sits. 

Anna shifts to straddle her, and pushes her down onto the bed, nipping and biting at her neck and shoulder.

And Audrey abruptly comes face to face with herself.

There's an inset mirror above the bed, hidden from the outside by the enshrouding curtains - but now that Audrey's flat on her back, it's very, very obvious.

She squeaks, and hides her face behind her arm.

"- what is it, what's wrong?"

Audrey points. "Mirror!"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I forgot to warn you. You've never seen that before?"

"No."

"Well, don't be shy, it's just a piece of glass."

"... It's embarrassing to see myself like this."

"If you really hate it I can take it out temporarily..."

She glances up at her reflection, still half-straddled by Anna, her hair spilling out across her body, the hickeys Anna's already given her standing out darkly against her skin.

... It's kind of hot, actually.

"... No, we can keep it."

"Alright. Now, we were in the middle of something..."