A small table sat in Seth and Irene's room, close to the wall, away from the bed, and well lighted by a candle and the late morning sun.
This table was brown in color, rectangular in shape, and could accommodate 4 people at a max, one person on each side.
It was already about four hours into the morning, noon soon to approach, yet at the table sat two individuals, cramping themselves against each other on the table as they sat side by side.
Irene had on a white shirt, one which bore a low cut exposing sufficient cleavage, and for her legs she had on a tight pair of trousers, blue in color and almost looking like jeans, yet their soft fabric had one in doubt.
Sitting beside Irene was Seth, very satisfied with Irene's outfit, the huge mass of soft flesh having him salivating, wanting to be fed by it, wanting to taste the heavenly liquid it held within it.