I followed Seraphina into the room, and the moment I stepped inside, I was greeted by an extraordinary level of luxury.
The room was so enormous it could easily pass for a small hall, while the bed itself was nearly five times the size of an average bed.
Expensive portraits and works of art adorned the walls, perfectly complementing the warm colors and rich saturation of the room. But among all those jaw-dropping displays of wealth, something in particular caught my attention—a picture frame.
I walked toward it, and as I got closer, I realized that what I had seen from afar was exactly what I thought it was.
It was a picture of me and Seraphina.
In the photo, we could be seen wrapped around each other, my hands resting on her ass while she had her arms wrapped around my neck. But what caught my attention the most was her smile and how much younger she looked.
Saying she was three times as beautiful as she was now would be an understatement.
