[WARNING: This chapter contains a slight smutty scene. If you are uncomfortable about it, you have been warned.]
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They were all inside their respective rooms, tired from the unexpected events that had occurred on the eve of Gladios' 77th birthday.
It was already 11 in the evening yet Gwen was still wide awake, even though she knew that she had an early shift tomorrow.
She wore her black sleeping gown that emphasized the curves of her body. She then untied her jade black hair that was in a bun, which made her hair look slightly curly. She looked at herself in front of the body sized mirror, then gave herself a wink.
"Now aren't you a beautiful sexy immortal," she complimented herself then sat on the bed.
The moment her eyes landed on the small box given to her by Ivar, she rolled her eyes then got it from the side table.
