Substance's slow humming filled the room, and her voice carried the melancholy song with a calm, almost hypnotic rhythm. Crimson Dawn's red tint illuminated Merciless' office, throwing deep shadows that danced over the walls and highlighted the chamber's complex patterns.
Substance lay naked across Merciless' chest, her body stretched across him, the sheets just partially covering her, the curve of her fat ass apparent through the white linen. The aroma of their recent actions lingered in the air, a reminder of the raw and unbridled moment of intimacy they had just shared.
Merciless lay on his back, arms wrapped around Substance, his mind preoccupied with his future objectives, only briefly distracted by the music she had hummed for a while now singing it over and over again. Slowly, his lower eyes opened, displaying a dark, brilliant purple that burned quietly. His stare, keen and interested, fell on her.
"You really like that song, don't you?"
