In a setting bathed in dim, comforting lighting, Amon's spacious room became the perfect backdrop for the union of two restless souls. Barbara, with her silky red hair that mirrored the ambient light, glided into the room.
Every step she took was marked by natural grace and a magnetism impossible to overlook. Amon, holding a posture worthy of his reputation and with eyes deep as honey, watched her, trying to unravel the mysteries she bore.
With a musical and captivating tone, Barbara's voice filled the air, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative and invite me to your room, Amon, my love~"
He, flashing a confident smile, retorted: "Do you regret coming?" As he spoke, he gestured to the space next to him on the bed. Drawing closer to her, Amon gently caressed her face, his fingers tracing the contour of her lips before pulling her into a kiss laden with promises.
