Mika sat up on the bed, decorated with flowers and scents; she picked up her torn corset bra and changed it for a new one.
She looked at the bite marks below her neck before sighing as she looked at the figure that lay by her side. Surprisingly, her skirt was intact as if the man had never been able to reach a conclusion.
Agrath lay unconscious by her side like a dead body; only faint, struggling breaths sounded.
The room that was once arranged for indulgence now felt suffocatingly quiet. The petals scattered across the sheets were crushed and disordered, evidence of what had just transpired.
Mika's gaze lingered on Agrath for a moment longer, confirming that he was truly unconscious.
Within a second, her form changed as Amorphous deactivated shapeshifting. An ugly expression was etched on his face.
From his storage, he took out an antidote potion and gulped it down. He also rubbed some on his chest to remove the effects of poison he had laced there.
