Two months later,
Inside a forest on the borders of a small kingdom's town, two figures stood: a woman with a white full-face mask and a man with a half-black mask, their eyes meeting.
"Esme," the young man whispered, his knuckles brushing the woman's jawline as he reached for a hair strand before tucking it behind her ear.
"Y-yes?" she responded, her voice quivering as she tilted her head delicately in her palms.
"Why not remove these hindrances, preventing me from savoring those petals of yours?" the man asked, his finger reaching to the corner of her mask as he gazed warmly into her golden pupils.
"N-no, not before marriage," the woman replied, gripping his hand and reciprocating his warmth with her eyes.
.....
[Host, How do you manage to stay focused with that shit going in front of you?]
The system's voice, though robotic, conveyed frustration as it observed the ongoing illusion for a month now.
