The wind chime hanging before the window emitted a crisp sound, while the ocean rose and fell, waves crashing rhythmically.
Carlotta stood by the inn's window, glancing outside. The scenery seemed pleasant enough, so she closed the window and drew the curtains, plunging the room into dimness.
Time to sleep.
Carlotta removed her Illusion Mask, letting her red hair cascade down, then began shedding her clothes one piece at a time.
Amelia was already seated on the bed, her true form restored, silver hair flowing smoothly, her beauty so exquisite that when motionless, she resembled the most magnificent painting in the world.
After removing her outer garments, Carlotta walked over, caught sight of Amelia's stunning face, and couldn't resist reaching out to pinch her cheek, finding it hard to restrain herself.
Amelia, refusing to be outdone, immediately raised her hand and pinched Carlotta's cheek, pulling it sideways.
"Mmm, Amelia, you actually have a retaliatory streak."
