The warm heat of Lysandra's body coursed through mine, an incredibly pleasant sensation. Having a beauty in your arms is the best thing that can happen to you, made even better by the fact that this beauty belongs solely to you. There is nothing more pleasurable than this moment. Caressing her soft waist, I asked softly, "Are you no longer angry?" She let out a small, mischievous laugh and replied, "Who knows?" She squirmed like a worm under my embrace.
"Excuse me..." A timid voice pulled us out of our fantasy world. We both looked with cold eyes at the girl who had dared to intrude on our affairs. She let out a frightened whimper as she extended her arm, a piece of paper in her hand. "Please, order whatever you like..." She quickly placed the paper on the table and ran off as if her life depended on it. Frowning, I looked at the paper on the table, stretched out my hand, and grabbed it, examining it closely.
