The dim torchlight flickered against the damp walls of the dungeon, casting wavering shadows on Falko and Shalana as they navigated the narrow corridors, their recent activity lingering between them like a barely whispered secret.
It was still secret how there were torches inside these ruins that were supposed to be abandoned, but it was the least concern of Shalana and Falko, as they needed to go outside.
Shalana glanced at him with a soft, reflective look, her earlier confidence slightly faded. She still remembered how Falko completely dominated her and as a woman, she felt rather embarrassed.
'Yes! I was only dominated because of that hornguffler's influence, otherwise, I would be riding this man like there was no tomorrow. Yes, that's the only reason.'
