The underground chamber was quiet except for the far-off *CLANG* and *BOOM* of swords and auras colliding above. The reddish-pink neon lights flickered across the concrete walls, throwing soft shadows over the two women pressed against each other.
Lyra had Afa pinned gently but firmly against the wall, her red one-piece riding high on her hips, blonde hair spilling over one shoulder. Afa's back was flat to the cold concrete, her dark curls messy, cheeks burning red, completely naked and breathing fast.
Lyra's fingers slid slowly between Afa's thighs, brushing the slick heat she found there.
"Be honest, Afa," Lyra whispered, her voice low and teasing, green eyes locked on Afa's. "Did you really enjoy it with Alaric?"
Afa bit her lip, trying to glare, but the blush spreading down her neck gave her away. "Ahmm..W-what are you thinking? Are you an idiot..l-let me go..ahhhh.." she managed, voice shaky.
