Tianlong entered other chamber within the pleasure palace.
Sylvea sat cross-legged on a plush bed near the far wall, her green hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of emerald silk. Her jade eyes were locked on something in her hands—a comic book, judging by the colorful cover showing some caped hero in a ridiculous pose.
She was so absorbed she hadn't noticed him enter yet. The elf's pointed ears twitched occasionally as she turned pages, her expression almost childishly innocent.
'So that's what she's been doing,' Tianlong thought, suppressing a smirk. The Pleasure Palace could materialize anything from his consciousness—or theirs. Apparently Sylvea had conjured herself some entertainment.
His gaze shifted.
