While Incursio and the Holy Crux empire were busy taking care of their own problem, somewhere, a girl had just taken a bath.
The indistinct figure slowly emerged from the steam blanketing the room.
Luna had casually draped a nightgown over herself. Even though it wasn't transparent, it made the faint outlines of her curves even more enchanting.
Her long blonde hair, slightly damp, casually flowed down her back, causing most of her nightgown to grow wet and stick to her body. Even from a distance away, he could make out her gorgeous curves.
She was like a hibiscus flower blooming beside a clear spring—a natural beautiful creation.
These words would have been perfect if she was not handcuffed. Even so, she was still beautiful, especially dressed in that nightgown.
