In the dimly lit room, Red and Blue lounged comfortably, while Arthur, Lily, and Ryan remained bound and relegated to a distant corner.
Blue gazed out the window, a wistful expression on his face. "I'll miss the scent of this place," he remarked, his tone betraying a certain nostalgia.
Red, nonchalantly reclining in a chair, retorted, "What's there to savor? We've indulged in countless vices, taken lives, and sampled the finest spirits."
The conversation took an unexpected turn as Blue, lost in memories, mused, "The empress was truly captivating. Her movements during intimate moments, the echoes of her moans—they linger in my mind."
Red, however, wasn't in a mood to romanticize. "You let yourself be seduced and handed over the relic," he accused.
Defending himself, Blue shot back, "Why lay blame on me? You, too, slept with her, imparting your wisdom."
