After the massage, they decided to play a game, they played Jenga with the Brynhild winning.
The playful tension lingered in the air after their exhilarating Jenga battle. Brynhild stretched languidly, her back arching against the soft couch as a contented sigh escaped her lips. Orpheus watched her, captivated by the way the firelight danced in her eyes.
"Ready for round two, Master?" Artemia challenged a playful glint in her eyes. "But this time, let's test your luck rather than your reflexes."
He grinned. "Is that a dare, my little Brun? Because I'm never one to back down from a challenge, especially when it comes from you."
He rose from the couch and stretched, his muscles pleasantly achy from the Jenga competition.
Brynhild's smile widened.
"Perfect," she declared, heading towards a cabinet. She rummaged through the shelves for a moment before emerging triumphantly, a box with a familiar dice cup and scorecards in hand.
