Athena was at the chateau again, standing in front of the darkness. The chateau was dimly lit in candles today, a faint smell of roses sweetly lingering in the air. The scent teasing her skin, letting the very scent seduce her into the delusion of love and romance.
Soft music played in the back. Athena could not understand the lyrics, but the song was beautiful. The woman's voice in it was deep adding to the sensualness of the song.
Athena closed her eyes feeling what Liza must have felt once when she stood here with the woman with the long black hair. Athena opened her eyes to find the simmering shape of Liza appear. The illusion created as the burnt skin shed to a smooth shade of pink, like the roses of the room itself formed her cheeks, moving down to create those full lips with a tenacity. The shade deeper.
