The night before the engagement, what was it like to sleep with my fiancé's younger brother?
No matter what, the experience was far from wonderful.
"You're a grown man, how could I force myself on you like a tyrant?" Aria Lulu argued, "It was consensual, it was my first time, and you didn't lose out. Let's just let bygones be bygones; after all, I don't remember a thing..."
"Whether or not someone is at a loss isn't for you to decide," Rufus Swallow interrupted as he sat on the bed.
Aria Lulu choked at his words, her eyes widened as she looked at him, "Huh?"
"..." Aria stared at the small silver spear by her feet, which she always carried for self-defense. A mouthful of blood surged to her throat, nearly spewing out.
Rufus Swallow observed her ever-changing expressions, his lips slightly curving, and he casually asked, "Need me to help you recall what you did last night?"
"No, no need..."
Aria's voice was somewhat weak.
