The kettle clicks off. Nobody moves to pour it.

IrisThere's one more rule. It's not written down because nobody would come.

Maya unbuttons her blouse without hurrying. She isn't wearing anything under it.

Iris steps behind her, cups both of Maya's breasts from behind, and looks at you while she does it.

NatsukiYou can look. That's the point of a club.

Natsuki's book is face down on the floor now. She doesn't pick it up.

IrisThe loop gets easier if you stop pretending the room is about poems.

Three women and a table. Nobody reaches for the lamp.