The faint rustling of dresses awoke Israfel about eight hours later. His sleep was long and full of dreams. The nuances of those dreams which he'd never tell a soul. And its primetime feature being a particularly shapely and blue night creature with purple irises like a drug.
As Rafel rolled over, and blinked away the lush apparition, he couldn't tell if his succubus had entered into the dreamworld, just to seduce him, on purpose.
Aya Naamah's curvaceous bosoms eased from his mind when he heard the rustling again. It was coming from his left. The common suite space of the large dorm room. Rafel pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed. He stopped awhile to look out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
