The Flying Dutchman

Enigma lay across her bed, her bare back exposed down to the curve of her ass, the rest covered losely by a sheet. The maid bowed to Damon before vanishing back out the door, leaving the man alone with his wife.

E smiled at Damon, patting the side of her bed. "Join me?" she asked, her tone light and flirty. She pulled her pillow closer, watching him, the stark black 666 on her back highlighted against her pale skin and the white sheets.

She seemed to be collecting tattoos from her husband's.