Night.
A pitch-black night.
Everything atop Sky Sanctuary was silent, except for the faint, almost imperceptible, soft moans drifting from the royal chambers.
Like the gentle flow of a stream, the sound was delicate and melodious.
Under the moonlight.
Shadows swayed, and the air was filled with soft, rhythmic breaths.
Harmony, like a symphony of strings and flowing water.
...
Morning.
Timothy stretched his aching back, feeling utterly drained.
Sure, Sylvia's catgirl outfit was beyond stunning, but it was also a killer!
Thankfully, he had built up some strength while meditating on his portrait, or else he might not have even been able to get out of bed this morning.
A sliver of sunlight streamed into the royal chambers. Sylvia, her long hair cascading down, let out a soft sigh as she stretched lazily.
There was a certain languid grace to her movements. Her loose nightgown tightened as she raised her arms, perfectly outlining her graceful curves.
