While Riley was busy making love with Leia, the two princesses gradually stirred from their slumber, roused by the pangs of hunger gnawing at their stomachs.
Their eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light that seeped through the curtains.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke, lost in the haze of half-sleep, until Princess Anya suddenly became aware of her state.
A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she hastily pulled the sheets over her bare body, her fingers clutching the fabric tightly as if it could shield her from the weight of the previous night's events.
This reaction, however, only brought an amused chuckle from Princess Elsa.
"We were partners in crime last night, Anya," Elsa said playfully, her voice still husky from sleep.
"I've seen every inch of you—down to the last mole. There's no need to be shy now."
Anya's blush deepened, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"That was… last night," she muttered, refusing to meet Elsa's gaze.
