''๐'๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฆ, ๐ซ'๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ช ๐ฃ๐ข๐ทรฉ, ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ'
A voice, pure and smooth, drifted effortlessly in the room. Her soprano was rich, with an absolutely flawless diction.
He rested his head gently on a woman's lap, enjoying the thickness of their thighs and the feeling of the smooth cotton skirt against his cheek. Delicate, slender fingers threaded through his silky brown locks, tangling her digits on the strands of his hair.
'๐๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฅ'๐ข๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ถ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด, ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ'
Each word that she sang was clear and well-enunciated. A subtle and seductive French accent made her sound even more mesmerizing.
It was a comforting feeling, the person's thighs and fingers. He wanted to stay there forever, enjoying every single moment of it as if it were his last.
"Evanescence?" The voice, the one singing in such a beautiful and elegant way, spoke softly. "Are you finally awake?"
