"…it's Jenna. Can I come in?"
Zephyrion frowned slightly, then gave a small nod as understanding dawned on him. He swept the spoils he had taken from Dune out of sight before replying;
"…come in."
Standing at the doorway, Jenna gripped the tray in her hands a little tighter.
'You can do this.'
The hesitation in her eyes faded, replaced by a gentle smile. The next moment, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Zephyrion's gaze settled on her. She wore a short, silky nightgown that revealed her smooth legs and clung lightly to her figure, leaving little to the imagination. Her intent tonight could not be more clearer.
"…I hope I'm not interrupting anything important…"
Compared to before, Jenna's voice now was soft, almost delicate. The smile on her face remained as she set the tray of wine down before him, then lowered herself onto a seat nearby.
"No."
