As the night deepened, the wind howled through the desolate landscape, whipping at the ancient trees and sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to be out. The thick clouds had completely obscured the moon, plunging the world into an eerie darkness. Standing alone in this forbidding gloom was a massive, imposing mansion. Its grandeur was somewhat diminished by the surrounding emptiness, yet it still held an air of mystery and power.
Inside, on the second floor, in a lavishly decorated bedroom, Teresa moved with a grace that was almost feline. Her lithe figure slipped onto the bed, nestling herself into the strong arms of Lord Limon. She was dressed in a sheer, flowing gown that seemed to shimmer in the faint light of the candles. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her tall and slender frame, and the curves that could make any man's heart skip a beat.
