Dante's eyes shifted and landed on a beautiful woman with black hair. He hadn't noticed her before, but the moment he saw her, his heart began to race.
Viviane was a woman standing 1.76 m tall, with slightly wavy black hair at the ends, a sculpted body, and a mature face, perhaps around 27 years old. Her gentle and sweet appearance contrasted with the simplicity of her clothing: a blouse, pants, and a gray tunic over them.
She laughed softly at my complaint, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Are you feeling alright?" she asked gently, stopping her laughter and placing her hand on my head.
"Just a little dizzy," Dante replied, embarrassed, turning his gaze to the ceiling of the cabin.
"That's normal," she said. "The deafening sound destabilized your mind, causing hallucinations and convulsions. It was lucky that you only fainted."
She ran her hand over my ear and snapped her fingers. The sound traveled through my head, making me relax and dissipating the dizziness.
"Thank you," I said calmly, feeling my well-being gradually return. Slowly, I sat up on the bed, meeting Viviane's gaze.
My heart raced at the sight of her beauty, leaving me almost hypnotized. Silence lingered for a few seconds as we stared at each other. I displayed shyness, and Viviane smiled softly until…
Bam!
The cabin door opened with a crack. Tyler entered, laughing joyfully.
"Awake, brat? Let's enjoy the feast!"
He pulled us outside, and Dante was amazed by the cheerful scene: people laughing, dancing, and celebrating. Still being guided by Tyler, Dante was taken to a bonfire where a strange beast was roasting. Women nearby continuously cut pieces of meat and served the citizens with soups filled with unusual ingredients.
Dante grabbed a plate and tasted it. The flavor was curiously pleasant, perhaps due to hunger or the strangeness of the food, which seemed like a rare delicacy.
The feast was simple but lively. Dante ate and was "invited" to dance, unable to refuse. He spent the entire night eating and dancing.
After hours, Dante began to feel tired, but was pulled to dance again, this time with Viviane, who moved gracefully. Embarrassed, he followed her with slow steps.
His eyes avoided hers, and Viviane noticed, laughing elegantly.
"Are you embarrassed, young man?" she asked, looking at him.
"No, just tired," Dante replied, trying to hide his shyness. "Dancing all night isn't something one usually does."
"Indeed," Viviane agreed, "but your fragile body also plays a role."
She ran her hand over his face, sending energy to relieve his fatigue. Without giving Dante time to react, she drew closer and changed the rhythm, dancing closely and slowly, embracing him as they enjoyed the dance calmly.
Dante felt his mind racing, his hands slightly sweaty and trembling, and his heart fluttering. Viviane noticed the signs and, concerned, asked:
"Dante, are you alright?"
"Yes, just tired," he replied, staying calm while dancing with her.
Embraced, they danced slowly. Viviane's heart was calm like water, while Dante's felt like a typhoon over the sea. After a few minutes, they decided to sit on a log, away from the feast, watching the sky as the sun began to illuminate the path.