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"Your instructions, mademoiselle?" Julien asked softly.

Julien, the cabin's senior flight attendant, adjusted his cuffs and surveyed the six occupied pods. Tonight’s passengers were a curated collection of desires. dorcel airlines paris new york

And somewhere over the Atlantic, Flight 304 was already turning around, ready to take off again, carrying its next cargo of secrets into the dark. "Your instructions, mademoiselle

And Clara? Julien switched to her feed. She was in the private suite, blindfolded, wrists bound to the headboard. The room's ambient system had been set to "Abandon." Low, rhythmic bass vibrated through the mattress. A cooling mist kissed her skin. She was trembling—not from fear, but from the exquisite agony of having no control. Julien himself would visit her last. That was the rule: the captain always makes the final inspection. And somewhere over the Atlantic, Flight 304 was