Could that be what they mean by 'moonlit gymnastics'?
Even so, Lyra moved her body flexibly, using the moonlight as her guide. No matter her age, a woman who takes care of herself is beautiful. And cool.
Swoosh.
"Oh my? Lucian?!"
"Heueung, Lyra."
Lyra's pupils trembled as she looked at me. There's not much to be surprised about, though. She quickly grabbed a towel to cover her body.
How surprising.
"Lucian, it's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Why are you covering your body? Haven't we already seen everything there is to see?"
"Hmph, Lucian. That's a careless thing to say."
"Huh?"
"A true merchant hides their rare goods until the very last moment. Do you really think I've shown you everything?"
Lyra grinned. Perhaps because it had been a while since I'd seen her, she seemed even more beautiful.
I licked my lips and approached her.
"Even so, I got hard."
"...Lies. What's so hot about a married woman's body?"
