She was a regular at the club, had a gentle personality, and never made any financial demands. She didn't ask for private companionship or after-parties, and came across as a serious, composed woman—perhaps highly professional. I wanted to have her, but couldn't bring myself to make a forceful move. One night, as I was leaving the club, she walked me out. From her demeanor, I sensed a subtle, inviting kind of pheromone. I was already married, but finally gathered the courage to express my feelings. We went on several dates, though I didn't make any physical advances—I didn't want her to think I was a shallow guy. And then, at last, the day came when I finally had sex with her!