Chirrrppp, Chirrrppp
The sharp, rhythmic chirping of birds echoed softly around the silent palace as the morning crept in. Even though there wasn't any sun gracing the sky, the world was bathed in a faint glow—light streamed gently through the tall, crystal windows, illuminating everything as though the sun itself had already risen.
Celestia entered the room... a space still saturated with the lingering musk of lust and the heavy scent of mixed nectars.
The air was thick—every breath carried the memory of the passion that had unfolded only hours ago. On the floor, patches of sticky, unknown substances stained the marble, evidence of a night that had left no surface untouched.
Just then,
Thud!
Celestia instinctively turned her head and caught sight of Aether stepping out of the bathroom. His body was completely bare, glistening slightly with leftover droplets of water. He walked out casually, without even the slightest hint of shame or modesty.
