Myrta — Selena's Headquarters, Night
Adam stood beside Lilith, his gaze fixed on the bound White Demon. Celine's body trembled under the tight silk cords, her hand flexing uselessly against the restraints. Pride still burned in her eyes, but the flush on her cheeks and the way her breathing hitched betrayed how exposed she felt.
Lilith's crimson eyes flicked to Adam, a quiet, expectant smile on her lips. The black gown clung to her as she shifted her weight, the coiled whip resting lightly in her hand.
"Well?" she asked softly. "She's still talking back. Shall we continue the lesson… or would you like to take a turn?"
Adam didn't answer immediately. He stepped closer to Celine, circling her slowly. The cords dug into her pale skin, forcing her chest forward and leaving her completely open. He reached out and traced one finger along the edge of a silk binding that crossed her thigh, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her.
