Angor had a really long dream, yet he couldn't remember what it was that he dreamed about. He only sensed that someone had been chattering non-stop beside his ear, as well as a pair of hands which had been moving all over his face.
A series of strange laughter and the moving hands finally woke him up from his dream.
Angor opened his eyes and immediately found himself staring into another pair of eyes.
Those eyes looked passionate and… charmed?
Angor's doubt quickly vanished when he felt those hands in his hair.
"Such beautiful, soft hair… like the most expensive silk! Ahh… it felt so good…"
"Get, away, from me," Angor said and realized that his voice sounded rather hoarse.
"And those eyes… pure blue like the sky without a single cloud or the untainted sea brightened by the very sun…"
Angor reached out a hand and pushed the harasser away.
At the moment he used force, he quickly felt something burning through his chest.
