After waking up the next morning, Lann sat up in bed.
His face, even though still showing signs of just waking, did not detract from his overall aura, tinged with a bit of doubt.
Was I dreaming last night?
Lann was not only doubting himself but also the female warlock in front of him, who was sitting at the dressing table, doing her makeup.
Margaret was simply draped in a silk nightgown, the smooth fabric with a draping sensation outlined her body's curves, revealing and concealing.
Just like a description in the art of sculpture: a semi-nude statue is more artistic than a full-body one.
High-end perfume and creams filled the room with a long-lasting and elegant fragrance.
Lann knew her well; she always used the best.
Margaret wasn't shy about doing her makeup in front of Lann. This wasn't laziness after getting used to each other.
It was due to her confidence in herself.
Already beautiful and enticing, the process of applying makeup made her even more so.
