Intense transition

Alastor washed his face and looked at the mirror.

“What are you doing, Al?” he asked to himself.

He’s unfamiliar with the feeling. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to feel that way, but chose to do it anyway. He was completely caught off guard by Noora and likely he won’t be able to hold back much longer if they continued.

“But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s a request from the client.”

He went back to the music chamber, but it wasn’t the same as he left. He felt the heat had already gone. Noora turned around from the window.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“If you don’t feel like it, then I think we should stop. Let’s continue the dance and this will be the last.”

The dance this time was slow, less energy-consuming, and calm. The chandelier provides a flickering reflection as Noora rests the side of her face on his chest. She obviously saved the music for the last as she wanted to savor every second of it.