The sickly-sweetness was so intense that any single person who caught a glimpse might keel over dead on the spot. It was more terrifying than facing an Old God head-on. Cause of death—bursting from excess!
After dawdling for almost an hour, they finally finished bathing and helped each other put on clothes that had been mended with Alchemy.
In the end, Violet sat elegantly on the bed, slowly rolling up a pair of high-quality black spider silk stockings towards the top of her thigh, gradually enveloping her creamy and delicate skin.
Byron held a pair of Crystal High Heels, size 35, and gently slipped them onto the girl's feet.
When Violet stood up, she deliberately lengthened her skirt a bit to fully cover the pale tops of her feet where there hadn't been enough time for the few strawberry marks to fade completely.
"Let's go, Byron, heehee..."
As they stepped out of the room, Violet clung to Byron's arm, her steps as light as a lark.
