the brothel with a wooden balcony

Men were sitting with their legs stretched on the wooden balcony, and a woman was entertaining them with her talk. We were all waiting for our chance to cuddle with the woman, and by cuddle I mean cuddle. I was sitting on the side railings, with my legs stretched, and comfortable with the whole situation. Beside me sat two little girls, daughters of our host. I tried to talk with one of the girls, but she was not interested. She ran away. I thought of the whole cuddling thing, the soft white bed on the floor, all fluffy, and the fluffy woman. I felt a little naked in my shorts and the short towel that I wore over it. The wind was getting chilly. But my mind was calm. I don’t know whether I got my chance or I just got what I wanted , but I started to leave. I walked down the nicely crafted, wooden stair case and entered the corridor which leads outside. While I was walking along the corridor, I got a glimpse of what is going in the next house connected to the same corridor. A woman was teaching another woman the right demeanor for her honeymoon time. She was acting shy, dressed nicely in a white dress , practicing different expressions. I walked on silently.

--Just a dream I had like the damp dormitory.