Leo spent time with Cassandra, Agatha, Octavia, and Faelina, the catwoman. He made love to each woman until their womb were full of his potent seed. When they were done, the four beauties were out cold, smiles on their face as he sat on the edge of the bed, drinking some powerful Elvish alcohol. As he took a sip of the potent liquor, its warmth surged through him, spreading a tingling heat from his core to his extremities in mere moments.
His head swam with a pleasant haze, and his body, suddenly unsteady, swayed like a ship caught in a gentle storm. With a soft thud, he collapsed onto the plush expanse of the bed, the world spinning softly around him. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single candle, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The winter night outside was horrible, its icy breath seeping through the cracks of the old wooden window frames, chilling the air within.
