The soft candlelight flickered across the opulent bedchamber, casting dancing shadows on the silk walls. Callista lounged languidly on the plush bed, her long, lithe legs crossed at the ankle.
"You know, my dear Empress," Callista purred, "there's no need to be so tense. This is not our first time.
She reached out to trail a finger down Argider's arm, her touch light and teasing. "After all, you've taken on quite the burden, haven't you? Thirteen new wives, all vying for your attention."
"We need to get you out of these clothes."
Argider flushed, but allowed Callista to undress her, her robe pooling around her wais. Once off, the skin underneath was revealed, seemingly smooth and warm to the touch like a delicate shade kissed by the moon, glowing faintly under the flickering lamplight.
Her neck was long and graceful, a perfect canvas for the soft kisses and gentle nips that Callista traced along its length.
