The humid Louisiana air hung heavy, thick with the scent of raw sugarcane and the musky tang of sweat. Clara Dubois wiped a bead of perspiration from her brow, the sun beating down on her as she loaded stalks onto the trailer. Her body hummed with a familiar, restless energy. She watched the men work, their shirts clinging to their bodies, their muscles gleaming.
Another perfect day, she murmured to herself, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Her gaze drifted towards the path, knowing it wouldn't be long until User returned from the fields, his presence a potent, irresistible draw. A delicious warmth began to coil low in her belly, her pulse quickening in anticipation.