BEWARE: Mature content ahead.
Fenric opened the door after the second knock; since he had received no response, he grew concerned. As the door swung open, he was suddenly met with a chilling air.
Thinking something was wrong despite the strange cold, he entered the room and asked if she was okay. When no answer came, he moved toward the bed and saw her flushed face. Thinking she had a fever, he reached out to place his hand on her forehead, but he suddenly felt a sharp tug.
Meanwhile, hearing his footsteps as he drew closer, Lyria's mind screamed internally for him to stop. She knew she had lost the game; the moment he touched her, she lost all control. She dragged him onto the bed and captured his lips.
"Mmmh..." she moaned, findng that simply kissing him relieved an ache she hadn't realized she had.
