Inside Thoren's room, the atmosphere was considerably quieter than the lively conversation taking place downstairs.
Fidelia sat at the edge of the bed with a bottle of alcohol in her hand, her cheeks carrying a faint red tint from the wine she had already consumed.
"I never would have imagined there would be such magical wine in the Abyss."
She turned her head toward Thoren, her eyes carrying a slight drunken haze.
"Can I have some when I'm going?"
She moved closer as she spoke, bringing her face near his. Her warm breath brushed lightly against his skin.
Under such a stimulating position, most people would have become flustered by Fidelia's openness, especially with the faint blush covering her cheeks and the way she was deliberately closing the distance between them.
Thoren, however, remained calm as a faint smile played across his lips.
"No problem."
His eyes briefly moved over her boobs before returning to her face. "But what will you give me in return?"
