Sunlight, like a golden hand, reached out and caressed the elegant villa, coaxing the three women from their slumber. The previous night's revelry lingered in the air – a playful echo of shared laughter and secrets whispered in the flickering firelight.
Nemesis, her golden hair cascading down her back, stretched languidly in her opulent bedchamber. Gone was the steely resolve of the night before, replaced by a hint of amusement in her heterochromia eyes. The games, both playful and revealing, had served their purpose. Their bond, forged in laughter and shared truths, felt stronger, more resilient.
