The evening thus, Zion and Ivy found themselves at the top of a building, gave an imposing sight on the city, drinking a cup, him incomparable in his striped suit in dark gray, she, sublime in a dress of old pink evening woven of glittering threads, and carrying with its neck, a splendid stone necklace of Jugrine offered by Zion, stone existing only in Vaegos, and of an inestimable value. They looked at each other without ever getting tired of. They smiled at each other and then stood up and began to dance, to caress each other, to kiss.
- I want you so much Ivy, whispered the prince in the neck of the young woman.
- I also want you.
They looked at each other again.
- You will not be able to stop me.
She shook her head gently as she kissed his mouth.
- I know. So take it all.
Zion became as hot as his crystal eyes, then started to pull down the young woman's dress when a deep, commanding voice stopped him.
