The afternoon sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the estate’s private sunroom, casting long golden grids across the marble floor. Scarlett sat on the edge of a velvet lounger, silk robe pulled tight around her waist. Across from her, Sabrina swirled an iced tea, the movement making her heavy, enhanced breasts shift slowly against the thin fabric of her dress. Lexi stood in front of the ornate gold-framed mirror, carefully applying lip gloss, her high-projection ass and tiny waist on full display in a tight white mini dress.

Scarlett’s eyes stayed fixed on the floor. Her fingers worried a loose thread on her robe.

“He rolled over, Sabrina, ” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “I tried. I wore the sheer set you told me to buy... I initiated. He said he was tired. He tried for a minute, but he couldn’t stay focused. He couldn’t stay... hard.”

Sabrina set her glass down with a soft clink. Her expression melted into warm, maternal concern as she leaned forward and rested a manicured hand on Scarlett’s knee, thumb brushing slowly over the silk.

“Oh, darling. Look at me.” Her voice was soft, almost tender. “You’re exhausting yourself trying to fix a problem that isn’t yours.”

Scarlett swallowed. “We’ve only been married two years. My sex drive is... it’s constant. I want him. I love him. But every time I reach for him it feels like I’m begging. Is it me? Have I gotten boring?”

Lexi clicked her gloss shut and turned. Her exaggerated silhouette blocked part of the sunlight. She gave a soft, almost pitying laugh.

“Boring?” she repeated. “Scarlett, you’re naturally pretty. Soft. Wholesome. You look like the kind of girl a low-drive man settles for. Cody’s libido is already weak. You’re expecting a man with almost no edge to suddenly get hard for something familiar and safe.”

Sabrina stood and gently pulled Scarlett up with her, guiding her toward the full-length mirror. She positioned herself directly behind Scarlett, hands settling on her waist. In the glass, the contrast was sharp. Scarlett’s body was natural — gentle curves, soft stomach, real breasts, a round but modest ass. Sabrina’s was engineered: tiny waist flaring into a dramatic, high, gravity-defying shelf of ass, the Queen of Spades tattoo half-visible at the edge of her neckline.

Sabrina’s hands slid lower, cupping the sides of Scarlett’s hips, thumbs pressing lightly into the soft flesh.

“You have the frame for it, ” she murmured near Scarlett’s ear. Her breath was warm. “Imagine we take this waist in harder... and move all that natural volume up and out. A true high-profile BBL. A shelf. Something that completely changes how you look from behind.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened slightly. “A BBL? Isn’t that... extreme?”

“Extreme is living with a man who can’t stay hard for you, ” Lexi said, walking over to stand beside them in the mirror. She openly looked Scarlett up and down, then glanced at her own reflection. “You want his eyes to actually change when you walk into a room? A natural body doesn’t do that to a man like Cody. A hyper-sculpted one might.”

Sabrina’s hands kept moving, slowly mapping Scarlett’s waist and the upper curve of her ass, as if already planning the new shape. Scarlett felt heat rise under her skin. The closeness, the perfume, the casual dominance of both women was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. Her nipples had tightened against the silk of her robe.

“There’s something you should know, ” Sabrina said gently. “A high-profile BBL adds a lot of projection. It changes the distance. With a smaller cock... depth can become a real problem. Certain positions get harder. Sometimes he won’t be able to reach the way he used to.”

Scarlett’s cheeks flushed. She stared at her own reflection, voice quiet.

“You mean... with the extra volume, his size might not be enough anymore?”

She swallowed, embarrassed but still hopeful.

“Maybe that’s good. Maybe he’ll finally try harder. Or realize he needs to.”

Lexi smiled, almost kindly.

“That’s one way to look at it.”

Scarlett hesitated, then asked the question that had been forming.

“Does it... affect you two? With Derrick and Marcus? You both have so much projection. Does it cause problems?”

Sabrina’s hands gave Scarlett’s hips a slow, reassuring squeeze. Her voice stayed soft, almost educational.

“It changes the angle, yes. There’s more body in the way. But Derrick is thick and long enough that he still gets all the way in without trouble. Same with Marcus. When a man is built properly, a high-profile BBL doesn’t stop him. It just gives him more to hold onto. More to fuck against.” She met Scarlett’s eyes in the mirror. “Size solves the mechanical issue. Lack of size makes it worse.”

Lexi added, almost casually, “Once you have this kind of body, average doesn’t feel the same. You’ll understand after.”

Scarlett’s face was hot. The words settled heavily in her chest, equal parts humiliating and strangely arousing. She could feel how wet she was getting just from the conversation, from the way Sabrina’s hands kept touching her like she already belonged to this new version of herself.

Sabrina kissed her cheek in the mirror, lips lingering a second longer than necessary.

“I have the best high-profile surgeon in Miami. It’s my gift to you. An investment in your marriage... and in you.”

Scarlett looked at her natural body one last time. The memory of Cody turning away the night before still stung. The hope that this might finally make him want her — even if it made things harder for him — won out.

“Okay, ” she whispered. “Let’s do it. I want him to look at me like he can’t ignore me.”

Behind her, Sabrina and Lexi’s eyes met in the glass over her head. Lexi’s mouth curved into a slow, private smirk.

Scarlett had no idea she had just signed away the rest of her marriage.

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