[Steel]

"Why would I want to watch some whore sneaking around on her husband?" said Kusha with a smirk, bringing out her cleavage in discomfort.

"Puneet?" said Laila with a confused tilt of her head. "Oh, he knows I'm here. He even knows that I'm here with Rakesh. My husband is a cuck, darling."

Kusha recoiled with a silent look of disgust, and for the first time, Laila looked mildly annoyed. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said sharply. "Anyway. Based on what I know about Sherry, I think he might be a little more receptive to the idea than you are."

"How dare you?" said Kusha furiously, finally rising from her bench. "My husband and I aren't hopeless perverts like you and Puneet apparently are. Sharath would never enjoy something like that."

"Are you sure?" Asked Laila calmly, her cool amusement apparently restored by Kusha's outburst. "Here's a suggestion, sweetie... Tease Sherry a little next time you're in bed. Not about you, that would make it too obvious... about me. Ask him about the story I told you and about Rakesh and my relationship, and see how he reacts. It might surprise you."

"I don't have to listen to this," said Kusha in disgust, grabbing her discarded robe and turning to leave. She paused for one last second though. Laila wasn't a reliable source of information, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

"What is Rakesh's game exactly?" Kusha asked sharply. "Why is he being such an asshole to me and Sharath?" She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it. Didn't even want to think it.

In any case, Laila was no help. She simply smiled enigmatically and said, "Sorry darling, I could tell you... but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?