Golden lines of light on the ceiling looked like they were trying to give a little light to a dark room.
Silence became the ruler of every corner of the dark room, until finally the sound of a door opening broke the silence, light slowly entered trying to help illuminate the room, but it did not last long.
Saint azara entered the minimally lit room, her long golden hair now slightly wet, a fresh aroma could be smelled from her brown skin, her white dress skirt moved with every step together with her golden tiger tail.
Her steps brought her to a long sofa, she sat down and leaned her back against the soft sofa, a comfortable sigh was heard from her, both of her legs she stretched on top of the glass table in front of her.
Her neck leaned against the sofa backrest, her tiger golden eyes stared at the glowing golden lines on the ceiling of the room.
