Soon, the banquet transformed into an intimate communion of the flesh.
The individuals involved made no effort to disguise their lust, giving voice to the pent-up emotions that had gathered over the past six months.
It was only when Eluna, Sherry, and Mia collapsed in exhaustion, no longer wishing to move, that this intense interlude came to an end.
Ethan gently carried each of them to bed, tucking them under the covers.
Catching sight of the curse mark on Eluna's chest, a flicker of concern crossed his face.
He sighed softly and then left the room, heading toward Victor, who was engrossed in some domain reports.
Victor seemed to have anticipated Ethan's arrival.
He stood up, a smile gracing his face, and ingratiatingly asked, "Lord Ethan, it's quite late. What brings you here?"
