In a darkened room, Jack and Jenna sit on a plush couch. His fingers trace the barely-there fabric of her black lace lingerie, and her breath quickens. She leans into his touch, her long brunette hair falling around them like a veil. With a determined look in her eyes, she takes out a cigarette, deliberately fitting it to the end of her red-stained lips. As she lights it up, the smoke curls elegantly around them, matching the passion they both feel.
