In the dimly lit corner of the bustling tavern, a woman with short, cropped hair sat alone, nursing a mug of ale. Her name was Marianne, a striking beauty with piercing green eyes and a strong, confident air about her. She had recently left her husband, a man who could not satisfy her desires, and was now on a journey to explore the world and find her own pleasure.
Across the room, a man named Jack caught sight of Marianne. He was a handsome rogue, with a charming smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He had heard tales of the beautiful woman with short hair, and he knew he had to have her.
With a swagger in his step, Jack approached Marianne and offered to buy her a drink. She eyed him suspiciously, but eventually agreed. As they talked and laughed, Jack’s hand found its way to Marianne’s knee, and she did not push him away.
