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Christopher Betancur enters the gym's sauna at ten o'clock at night. The dense steam, the smell of hot wood, the silence that only breaks the dripping water. He is alone. Or so he thinks. Karen Sleent is on the upper bench, wrapped in a white towel, skin glistening with sweat, staring at the door. They recognize each other by sight, by the gym, by the corridors. They never spoke. Today they don't need words. Christopher sits down next to him, the heat rising, the steam thickening. Karen drops the towel, she is naked, firm tits, round ass, shaved pussy that shines with sweat.