[Author's Note: This chapter contains mature R-18 content. If you are uncomfortable, you have been warned so do skip.]
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Restless and unable to find solace in sleep, Lilith tossed and turned in her bed, her thoughts consumed by the tumultuous events of the night.
Finally giving up on the idea of finding rest, she rose from her bed and made her way to her wardrobe.
With a sense of resignation, she selected a loose shirt and a pair of shorts, dressing herself in the darkness of her room. The fabric clung to her skin, offering little comfort against the weight of her troubled mind.
As she stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the silence of the mansion enveloped her like a heavy shroud. The only sound was the soft echo of her footsteps against the polished floorboards, a lonely cadence in the stillness of the night.