My gaze, blurred by the alcohol circulating in my body instead of blood, picked out some small things. One of them was the eagle tattoo on his hand, which passed by my face and leaned against the mirror against which he leaned my back... As his scarred fingers gripped my sweat-soaked hair tightly, my back thumped backwards as his body met mine. The moan that escaped my lips drowned out the music outside. If the devil released his servants into the world to corrupt the servants of Eve and Adam, he was the devil's servant and I was Eve's seed. We were uniting tonight, giving birth to sin in the world. If temptation is nothing more than whispered words, we were both servants of the devil. We both went astray tonight. His lips, bruised by my touch, trembled as he climbed up my bare breasts and circled my neck. His teeth left their mark on my neck. "Speak," he whispered as the warm breath from his lips caressed my skin. "Speak, let my name fall from your lips." As our moans mingled, as his skin rubbed against mine and his manhood slid through my narrow walls to make room for itself, I could only moan in pleasure until what was between us ended. His name did not escape my lips, I could not say it. As I lost myself in alcohol, in pleasure, little things about him were burned into my memory, but there was only one thing missing. Neither of us knew each other's names. We, who were thrown to the earth with our wings torn off, committed not our first sins, but another sin that we knew tonight would not be our last, and carved it on our skin.