(A long time ago)
Elara awoke with a start, her heart racing. She had been dreaming of the performance from this morning, reliving the thrill of being on stage and hearing the crowd's applause. But now, as she opened her eyes, she realized something was off.
The room was still dark, but there was movement beside her on the bed. As she squinted in confusion, trying to make out what was happening, she heard a soft moan escape Nell's lips. Her friend's body writhed against the sheets next to hers, one hand between her legs as if searching for something more intense than pleasure alone could provide.
Elara sat up quickly, covering her eyes with one hand as if that could somehow shield her from what she saw next. "Nell," she whispered urgently through trembling lips, "what are you doing?"
There was no response except for another moan and a slight shudder running through Nell's body before it stilled once again in satisfaction or exhaustion - Elara couldn't tell which at this point.
