Beneath pink lips, the deep black ink jade was smooth and glossy, carrying a hint of body warmth. The beautiful black-stockinged foot's upper surface sank slightly upon contact, like a piece of black chocolate velvet cake whose surface reflected silk-like textures, surprisingly soft to the touch.
A faint, cool fragrance permeated the air, an interweaving of rose and lavender. With the closeness, it became delicate and mellow before her nose, acquiring an extra touch of aristocratic dignity.
Shrouded in dim light, Lyra gently pressed one hand against the tip of the foot, while the other held the small, delicate ankle. Just as imperial nobles would perform a hand-kiss towards someone close, she softly and reverently pressed a kiss onto the smooth instep, where faint white skin and pale blue veins could be vaguely seen through the sheer silk.
