Taken Care Of?
The master bedroom was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow emanating from the luminescent crystals embedded in the walls. These were capable of changing colors. The air was filled with a gentle hum, creating an atmosphere of tranquility, but rather than the silence, the aroma stemming from the food was much more significant.
Davis walked in with an intrigued expression on his face.
He glanced at the sumptuous feast they had prepared before his gaze fell on them to take a good look at them once again.
Panqa wore a midnight-blue nightgown that draped gracefully down to her ankles. The silky fabric clung to her lithe frame, accentuating the curves of her slender figure, but barely hid her bosoms that were practically swelling out.