Lifted by a transcendental force, Diyana stood up, allowing Konrad to pull her by the waist while her lips leaned toward his. Trapped by his grasp, and entranced by his gaze, she could muster no resistance and gladly surrendered.
Taking her lips into his, Konrad locked her into an ardent kiss while using his ownership of the Tower to change the time fluctuation around them. Just like within the floor's tornados, time around them now flowed ten times faster.
Diyana's hands slipped beneath Konrad's collar to caress his bare chest without a care of the others in the vicinity. If the green fog prevented them from peeking at the scene, the wet meshing of the duo's tongues followed by Diyana's muffled moans painted a vivid enough picture.
While still holding her waist within his left arm, Konrad slipped his right hand into Diyana's silk dress, worming his way toward her flower bud that moistened at breakneck speed.
"Mhm!"
