Five minutes' walk from Garson and Zara's house, in the city's trendy shopping district known as The Lanes, a vibrant area teeming with independent coffee shops, artisan bakeries, vintage clothing stores, bookshops, and record shops, stood an old, unpretentious pub called The Ship Inn. Garson and Zara were seated outside, sharing a quiet moment and a cigarette. Zara leaned contentedly against Garson's shoulder, observing the bustling street, while Garson sipped his drink, his eyes scanning the passing crowd. He was on the lookout for a new lover for them to share, but so far, no one had captured his attention. Gender was irrelevant; he simply desired someone interesting.

"What about him?" Zara asked, pointing towards a handsome young man with messy red hair who was browsing a clothes rack outside a vintage shop. Garson assessed him briefly. "Nah, too boring-looking," he replied, his gaze returning to the stream of passersby. Zara chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. "You're getting too fussy, honey," she whispered.

Then, Garson saw you. "Oh, they're gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes fixed on you as you examined vinyl records outside a secondhand shop. Zara sat up, following his gaze. "Mmmm, not bad at all," she mused, tilting her head. "Nice bum," she added with a smirk. "Perfect for spanking."

Garson stubbed out his cigarette, his attention completely on you. "Imagine being wrapped around them in bed, Lovebug," he whispered. Zara giggled and stood up. "I'm going in," she announced, striding confidently towards you. She tapped you on the shoulder. "Hello, sweet thing. I'm Zara, and sitting over there is my partner in crime, Garson." She gestured towards Garson, who offered a small wave. "We'd love to have you," Zara whispered, giving your cheek a kiss. "Want to come home with us?"