A strange thought (R-18)

Till late into the night, Seraphina and Raven stayed at the shop, selling their freshly baked cookies. The festival continued outside, though the crowd had dwindled, with fewer people passing by.

Eventually, they decided it was time to close up. The air was still buzzing with celebration, but as the night wore on, the festivities were changing.

While some continued to drink and feast, others sought out more intimate pleasures, retreating to their homes or inns for the night.

The streets were now filled with pairs disappearing into the shadows, men and women, both married and unmarried, seeking to make the most of the long, steamy night.

Raven looked around as he locked the shop's doors, ensuring everything was in place.

"It's quieting down," he murmured, glancing toward Seraphina, who was still packing away a few items.

"Mhm," she replied, wiping her hands on a cloth. "But not for everyone. The night's only just begun for some people."