Starglow Basin Walk of Shame

Come the rising of the sun, Arslan was on his was back into the basin with the scent of Benim still thick on his coat. He wore it like a brand new three hundred dollar cologne; proud, shameless, nearly bragging. His step had an extra pep to it.

Anyone with an imagination could see what his night had been occupied with.

He had cleaned himself before he left, and later would give himself a proper soak. For the time being he would revel in the glory of his successful escapade. A part of him wondered if he would ever see Benim again, if he would ever learn the man's true name or if he would ever share his own.

The hopeful thoughts were quickly tossed aside.