As we entered Isobel's room, the first thing she did was alter its appearance with her magic. Though I didn't recognize the exact place, I recalled her fantasy of "making love underneath the moonlight". Well, tonight was the night to do that, it seemed.
Moonbeams filtered through an illusory canopy of ancient oaks, casting silvery glows across velvet cushions and marble floors etched with glowing runes. Faint winds blew through the room, carrying the rich, soothing scent of lavender and patchouli from her skin.
