In the Northern Church, a light was cast from the broken window, shining upon Mel's lying frame as Maria embraced her firmly.
They were wrapped in a soft, thick blanket, conjured by Maria alongside the light carpet separating their bodies from the ground.
Mel's figure shifted tiredly when tender fingers slithered into her hair.
Opening her eyes revealed Maria, a faint blush coloring the Saintess's face as she patted her hair.
"Morning." A doting smile bloomed at Maria's sleep. "Had a good sleep?"
Mel's heavy eyes blinked before smirking. "Whose fault do you think it is?"
"Hehe. I do seem to recall someone too immersed in their role as a toy." Maria teased. "Would you like to deny it, Mel?"
"Would you then deny you've the most fun here teasing me?"
Mel's finger twirled at Maria's shoulder, the elastic, smooth skin only eliciting a regretful pout from her.
"Unfair of you to really, really force yourself on me like this, you know?"
