Milan's Villa - Morning
Jolthar woke to sunlight streaming through his chamber windows, his body feeling a little tired from all the rolling and humping.
He sat up slowly, checking the room.
Jazmin had indeed left as promised. No note, no trace of her visit beyond his own memories of their session. Discreet, as she'd said she preferred.
He looked at the bed, the rustled sheets, and his clothes on the floor. She was definitely a woman worth spending time with, and he wanted to know more of her.
He sighed, leaning back on the bed, feeling the night with her.
Then he got up.
He dressed in fresh clothes and made his way downstairs, following the sound of voices to the breakfast room.
Milan sat at the table with papers spread before him, while Andrion was engaged in enthusiastically consuming what appeared to be his third helping of food.
"Ah, the hero awakens!"
