Intermission: Rest (7)

Arpious could only stare up at her, caught between frustration and desire, her body still tingling from the closeness they had just shared. The witch's words hung in the air, a promise of more to come, and Arpious knew that whatever game they were playing, she was already hopelessly entangled in it.

The witch's playful demeanor shifted slightly, her teasing smile softening as she gazed down at Arpious, who was still pinned against the cushions. The atmosphere between them was thick with unspoken tension, a delicate balance of power and vulnerability that both thrilled and unnerved Arpious. The witch's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something that made Arpious's heart race even more.

"Now," the witch began, her voice still carrying that teasing lilt but with an edge of seriousness that hadn't been there before, "I wonder if you'll do something for me."