In that warm, cozy little room, the noble Regent, fresh from her bath, personally changed into sumptuous attire.
Legs crossed, she sat at the edge of the soft bed, holding a celebration feast for the Holy Light Knight, Miss who had rendered meritorious service to the Empire.
In a sense, it really was a celebration banquet.
Only, what they were "eating" wasn't the food set before them, but another kind of special existence, one that could bring an even more extreme kind of pleasure.
As soon as the words fell, Astrid lifted her wineglass and took a small sip.
The smooth tip of her foot, sheathed in black stiletto heels, tilted slightly upward.
The other black-stockinged leg used to steady her body pressed down a little harder, and the crisp tapping of the shoe tip echoed through the room alongside the woman's cool, clear voice.
"Calling it a 'celebration' might not be accurate enough. For Lyra, wouldn't 'reward' be more fitting?"
