The four companions stumbled into the dimly lit stone chamber, weary from their long trek through the labyrinthine dungeon. Sweat glistened on their skin and their clothes clung to their bodies, damp with perspiration. But as they caught sight of the ornate bed in the center of the room, their fatigue melted away, replaced by a different kind of hunger.
"What a sight for sore eyes," Victor breathed, his gaze roving over the plush mattress and silky sheets. At five feet two, the petite mage was the smallest of their party, but his magical prowess more than made up for his lack of stature. He ran a hand through his tousled blond hair.
