Her legs pressed tightly together, naturally entwining like vines finding a branch. The smooth white silk stockings adhered to Lyra's leg skin, delivering an exquisite sensation of cool softness to the girl.
Only today would it be white... what kind of white...
Her cheek buried between the pillows, the smooth fabric pressed against her eyelashes. Lyra's breath momentarily halted, her entire tactile sense focused on her legs within the covers.
Did it refer to the maid dress Astrid wore today... or specifically the legs...
Mid-thought, Lyra's ankle was locked by Astrid's legs. The fine white silk blended perfectly with the snow-white skin. The peerless beauty with silver hair and crimson eyes lowered her body, her lips parting gently barely one or two centimeters from the other's ear.
"Is it because the styles are different, or perhaps..."
The lazy yet slightly alluring voice entered her ears, adding a layer of ambiguity to the deep night.
