In Tenebris, deep within an underground palace with walls of polished black basalt, a woman lounged with obvious pleasure. The room was vast, lit by torches with pearly flames that cast dancing shadows across twisted columns. At the center stood an immense bathtub, carved from a single block of veined onyx and gold, filled not with water but with warm liquid honey that released a sweet fragrance.
She was immersed up to her shoulders, eyes half-closed in satisfaction. A black silk cap protected her hair from the sticky splashes.
From this angle, only her back was visible: pale and smooth skin stretched over fine but defined muscles, curving elegantly down to her waist. Right between her shoulder blades shone seven complex runic seals… The honey slid down her skin in slow, glistening trails, accentuating every hollow and every relief with lazy sensuality.
She stretched her arms above her head, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across her lips.
