Arabel opened her eyes and found herself in the familiar surroundings of a snow-white room.
"Come to think of it, I haven't been here since acquiring the dragon bloodline," she said with a smile, getting up and looking at her body.
She was still in the image of a White, with long white hair instead of red.
"How did I end up here?" She asked herself, trying to recall the moments that had brought her to this place.
As soon as she started remembering, fragments of obscene visions related to her husband flashed before her mind's eye. The cold expression on his face was replaced by embarrassment, and his snow-white skin turned crimson, like the color of poppies.
"Ah!" she covered her face with her hands in dismay and sank onto the snow-white bed.
It belatedly dawned on her that she herself was now unconscious outside due to the prolonged marathon of lovemaking with her husband.
After a moment of inaction, she looked up and lowered her arms.
