The silk sheets felt foreign against my skin too smooth, too luxurious. I blinked into the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of the Ritz Paris. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The ornate ceiling, the gilded mirror, the faint scent of roses from the hallway, definitely not my tiny apartment in the 11th arrondissement. I sat up slowly, the events of last night flickering back like scenes from a dream. A Tinder date. Not just any date, he was a fan. A fan of my plushie designs, of all things. I’d posted a few handmade plushies on a niche website months ago, mostly for fun, and somehow they’d found an audience. He messaged me with a photo of one of my little felt foxes sitting on his desk in Berlin. I thought it was sweet. We chatted. He was in Paris for a tech conference. We met. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into laughter, and laughter turned into a spontaneous decision to walk along the Seine at midnight. He was charming, awkward in a way that made me feel safe. When he asked if I wanted to see the view from his hotel room, I hesitated. But curiosity won. Now here I was, wrapped in a robe embroidered with the Ritz crest, sipping tea from porcelain so delicate I was afraid to breathe near it. He’d left early for his conference, scribbling a note on hotel stationery: “You deserve mornings like this. Don’t forget that.” But before that I gave him best blowjob of his life. His sweet cum in my mouth felt so good and inspiring. I padded over to the window and looked out at Place Vendôme. The city looked different from up here, less intimidating, more like a painting. My phone buzzed. A message from my mom: “Did you sleep well, my little pianist?” I smiled. She had no idea. I didn’t know what this meant, or if I’d ever see him again. But for now, I let myself enjoy the moment. I was still Sofia from Moldova, still working shifts at the massage salon, still saving for piano lessons. But today, I woke up in the Ritz. And maybe, just maybe, the universe was telling me that dreams don’t always wait for permission.