The room was bathed in a warm twilight, illuminated only by scattered candles that cast flickering shadows across the walls. A sweet perfume mingled in the air with the dense, almost primal scent of desire. Three female bodies were aligned on the wide bed, curved in perfect harmony, their shoulders tracing a smooth, provocative line.
Elizabeth was in the center, her spine arched with natural elegance, her hips raised in an irresistible curve. To the right, Aria, her dark hair spread over her shoulders like an undone veil. To the left, Ester, her fair skin catching the flickering glow of the flames. The two mirrored Elizabeth's posture: kneeling, leaning forward, faces close to the crumpled satin of the pillows, surrendered in silence.
