Back at the Johnson Family villa.
Arthur Lindsey and Ella Lacey were set up in the most spacious bedroom upstairs, which was a hundred square meters, equipped with a separate kitchenette and bathroom, and even had its own small swimming pool.
It was practically a private apartment.
Pushing open the window, not far outside, one could see the desert and the oasis.
They formed a series of picturesque landscape scrolls.
Ella lay sprawled out on the clean big bed in the shape of a starfish and muttered, "Arthur, what exactly are we doing coming all this way to the northern desert?"
At that moment, Arthur had just come out of the bathroom after showering, stark naked, not wearing a thread.
In front of his own Ella, he had long become accustomed to presenting his most primal and wickedly beautiful form to her.
And Ella, not to be outdone, opened her eyes and greedily took in the sight.
