Raegar and Dahlia continued drinking in the Highend Club until both were tipsy. He had drunk even more sake, making his vision blur, causing him to put away the drink and speak to the empress. ''Let's stop drinking, my head hurts, and I need to rest.''
''That's fine,'' she answered, giving him a bright smile. ''We can stay here, it has its own room and the bed should be comfortable.''
After that, Dahlia grabbed his hand and pulled Dante into the room, only for him to see a well-decorated bedroom. It was over the top; he didn't care as the bed looked good. He was just about to strip out of his clothes, but was stopped as the older woman appeared in front of him.
Moments later, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss against his lips, sparking something inside. He grabbed her thin waist and returned the gesture. The two continued kissing as she pressed her big boobs against his chest, sending his lust soaring to new heights.
'How did I end up here?' he mused.
