The morning sun slowly rose over the city, setting the lake ablaze with golden fire. As most people were already getting up to start their day, upstairs, in the guest room of Klaus' tailor shop, three naked bodies lay tangled together under a single blanket, completely lost to the world.
The room was simple, but cozy, and for now, it served a far greater purpose. Sylvaris was nestled between two beautiful women, both clinging to him tightly, their bare bodies pressed flush against his sides. Exhausted beyond reason, the three had passed out after two brutal, pleasure-drenched hours in the bathhouse. When they finally finished, Sylvaris had carried the two ruined girls to the bed himself, their bodies limp, minds already slipping into unconsciousness. It had happened fast—too fast.
Now, as midday approached, sunlight crept past the heavy curtains, slanting across the bed. Slowly, the trio began to stir.
