Ren stood by the riverbank, her fingers fumbling with the last of her clothes. She peeled off her skirt and top, leaving them in a pile on the dry stones.
The night air bit at her exposed skin, sending a violent shiver down her spine. It was a cruel shock compared to the heat that had been radiating through her veins just moments ago. Her body was still humming, buzzing with the lingering, electric aftershocks of what she had just done to Syris.
Her jaw ached—a dull, throbbing reminder of the enthusiasm she had put into her "performance." The taste of him, salty and potent, seemed etched into her tongue, a flavor that made her knees weak even now.
"Okay," Ren whispered to herself, shaking her head to dislodge the erotic memory. "Focus. It's just water. It's just... liquid ice."
She took a step in.
"GASSSSP!"
