Chapter 371:
Daphne
"What do you mean they slept together?" I ask the System, still painting.
The brush moves across the canvas—slow, deliberate strokes. The mermaid's tail is taking shape. Shades of green and blue, scales catching invisible light.
[Host, you have not moved from your position for thirteen hours. There was a storm.]
Really? I didn't notice. The anti-shock upgrades are really good. The ship barely swayed. The water in my cup didn't even ripple.
I add another layer of paint. The curve of her spine. The fall of her hair.
"But what does that have to do with them sleeping together?"
[The storm forced proximity. Heightened emotions. Shared adrenaline.]
Huh?
Well. Each to their own.
I dip my brush in blue, then reconsider. Set it down.
Well, if it rained, that means I have clean water to bathe with. Not ocean water. Fresh water. I've been scrubbing myself with seawater for days, and my skin feels like sandpaper.
