That was obviously an ancient mask, the patterns on it seemed to possess the power to twist time and space. As light and shadow shifted, Tang Qi and Sally felt the entire world turn upside down; this sensation was utterly different from standing on a ship, gradually sweeping over them.
The cool yet coarse sea breeze, the air tinged with the taste of salt, the turbulent sway… all vanished, replaced by a warm ambiance, ambiguous candlelight, and the fragrance of an aphrodisiac.
Upon opening their eyes, they found themselves in an unfamiliar palace.
They stepped on plush, expensive carpets, too preoccupied to notice the lavish decor of the palace; their gaze was almost forcibly drawn to a giant bed ahead, shrouded in warmth and glowing under layers of sheer fabric, within which a voluptuous figure writhed, lost in self-abandonment.
He, or she, was engaged in an indescribable act.
It's normal for both men and women to partake in such activities.
But here, she was different.
