After soaking in the warm water for a few minutes, Mystica rose from her bath with an air of regal elegance. The soft glow of the chamber lights reflected off the droplets of water sliding down her smooth skin as she stepped out, her movements slow and deliberate.
Without hesitation, she walked to retrieve her robe, her confidence radiating as she made no effort to shield herself.
"So, I assume you boys came here for information, didn't you?" Mystica said, her tone playful yet knowing, as she picked up her robe and began to drape it over her shoulders.
Galen and Magnus, who had comfortably settled themselves in her chamber, looked up lazily. Galen sat poised in a high-backed chair, sipping wine from a crystal glass, his eyes flickering toward Mystica without a hint of embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Magnus sprawled across a plush couch, one arm slung over the side as he swirled his drink lazily.
