Nancy leans against him, humming appreciatively as he rains down these complements. Maybe if he'd said something like this before, she'd be with him instead of Cooper. But here in a dream, it was different.

"She sounds wonderful," Nancy coos, tilting her head so he can kiss at her neck. In the dream, she doesn't have scars, her neck is pale and bare of imperfections. And each kiss from Cesare, each caress, leaves dark trails of charcoal across her body.

Her hands move to his hips, holding herself against him, as her emerald eyes slide closed.