Morning sunlight slipped shyly through the gaps in the thick velvet curtains of the lodging room, painting golden lines of light across the softly creaking wooden floor. Sylvia slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the light. She stretched her body on the large, soft bed, letting the thin silk pajama clinging to her body brush gently against her skin. The nearly transparent pajama fabric felt cool and comfortable, wrapping the perfect curves of her body with undeniable elegance.
While giving a small yawn, Sylvia threw off the blanket and stepped her bare feet onto the floor. The cool morning air greeted her, yet for an entity as powerful as herself, temperature was merely an illusion that no longer carried any meaningful impact. She walked sluggishly toward the bathroom, opened the carved wooden door, and stepped into the elegant marble-lined room.
