Leaving the old woman to submerge in the throes of maniac passion, our female lead has decided to work on how to deal with the situation at hand.
Filtering out the loud moans and groans of the raspy background music, obsidian pupils slowly scan the room.
Her slender figure leaned forward while clasping onto the vines of red flowers crawling along the walls as support.
As mentioned before, the room is quite bare save for some furniture and items enough to make this space livable. The closest thing to a weapon in the chamber are the set of kitchen knives next to the boiling pot. Neglected soup spills from the sides while making a sizzling sound over the flames.