「At nightfall.」
In a dwelling constructed at the earliest opportunity for a Third Order Transcendent by the Castilia colonizers.
"Falcon" Alvin, his eyes still somewhat swollen after treatment for an injury caused by lime powder, entered carrying a basin of hot water and knocked on the door.
Beatrice, still draped in the skin of Princess Catherine and now dressed in a purple silk robe, leaned back on the bed reading.
Under the warm light, a beauty full of exotic charm exuded a subtle fragrance, her curves undulating, involuntarily arousing desires in the onlooker.
Falcon Alvin secretly swallowed, not daring to gaze too long at the expansive smooth skin exposed to his eyes.
He bowed deeply, ingratiatingly inquiring, "Your Highness, the conditions on the island are limited, so I've just heated some water for you to wash your feet."
The Versatile Enchantress, without sparing him a second glance, merely raised her foot casually.
