[ Spirit Mountain Sect - Guest House ]
As I carefully cradled the sleeping brushsquirrel in my hand, I could feel its tiny heartbeat, a soothing rhythm against my palm. I approached the guest room door, the warmth of the small creature comforting me. Gently, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing a sight that left me utterly stunned.
There she was, the breathtakingly beautiful Marisol, sitting elegantly on my bed. A vivid memory flashed through my mind, recalling the night of the orgy.
The way her eyes sparkled, and her body moved with such grace, it was impossible not to be captivated by her presence.
My eyebrow raised in curiosity, unable to mask my surprise at her unexpected appearance.
"Why are you here?" I inquired, my voice steady despite the lingering shock.
Marisol confidently stood up, her movements fluid and poised, closing the distance between us with an air of certainty. She extended her hand, presenting me with a neatly rolled scroll.
