"Good girl, go to sleep, darling."
"Mmm, good night, sister~"
"You too, good night, Amalia."
Bending down to kiss the golden-haired maiden curled under the covers, limbs limp, pink lips slightly parted like delicate petals, Astrid straightened her legs. She picked up the spatial glove resting on the nightstand and slipped it on, slowly channeling mental energy into it.
A few seconds later, scattered fabrics on the bed dissolved into particles of light, stored within the silk glove's internal space. Astrid looked around, spotting cream-colored thigh-high stockings scattered across the carpet, along with a torn black pantyhose and a broken thin strap.
Walking over, she let her ankle brush against the fabric. These items were also merged into the storage space. The spacious room was now left only with the lingering, intoxicating scent from their earlier intense performance, mingling with the faint, fresh scent of shower gel emanating from their hair.
