In an ambient room veiled with the alluring twilight of the luminescent moon. Two figures wrapped in darkness found themselves snared on a cozy pale bed. One had his back laid on the wooden frame while the other was on top of him.
Abraham was pinned by the white-haired dragoness as she lay on top of him with a seductive smile on her face. How it led to his current circumstance was a question he'd like to ask. Sadly, there was no one who could answer.
"You're a bad man, Abraham. I will have to punish you for what you have done." Laplace coquettishly whispered beside his ear, blowing it gently with her enticing breath.
Abraham blushed as his body shivered. He should be the one dominating the scene, but who can dominate a dragon? He'll have to adapt, overcome, and survive to be able to do so.
The white-haired lady slowly placed her soft fingers into the T-shirt of the middle-aged man. She could feel his rigid yet compact abs and began teasing them.
