Time diluted in the room, becoming irrelevant, and only when the frenetic rhythm and adrenaline of the encounter with Jennifer settled into a satisfied calm, Lief got up from the bed, leaving the succubus resting between the rumpled sheets, and entered the bathroom.
He turned on the faucet and let the torrent of hot water beat against his shoulders, washing away the sweat and eliminating the sweet and intoxicating aroma of Jennifer that had clung to his skin.
After such a pleasant and unbridled battle, the steam of the bathroom was the only logical closure to cleanse the mind and body.
However, just when he turned off the faucet and reached out to take a towel from the shelf, a movement in his peripheral vision made him stop dead.
And with absolute calm, he turned his face toward the mirror above the sink, knowing exactly what he would find.
The condensation on the glass dissipated in a perfect circle in a matter of seconds, revealing Airam's face.
She was there, standing, dressed in a simple but elegant white silk nightgown, watching him with a smile that mixed amusement with a pinch of impatience.
"Are you done washing off that woman's scent?" she asked, leaning a shoulder against the invisible frame of the mirror.
Lief dried his hair unconcernedly, wrapped the towel around his waist, and walked until he was in front of the glass, leaning both hands on the edge of the sink.
"Clean and shiny," he replied with an amused smirk. "What is my favorite ghost seeking me out for at this hour?"
"Come here," said Airam softly, extending her hand toward him until her palm pressed against the inside of the glass, causing the solid surface to ripple, "Cross over. I want to show you something I've prepared."
Lief arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the mischievous glint in her eyes, and without hesitation, extended his own hand and his fingers passed through the liquid surface of the mirror, intertwining with Airam's.
The instant their skin touched, a sensation of absolute weightlessness invaded him, a vertigo much more stimulating and disorienting than the free fall of any roller coaster.
The reality of the bathroom fractured into a thousand pieces of prismatic light that receded at the speed of light, and when the sensation of solidity returned under his bare feet, he discovered that he had left the bathroom behind to enter a completely alien place.
He found himself inside what seemed to be an ultramodern luxury penthouse, the decor was minimalist, with designer furniture and black marble floors, but what was truly striking were the walls: huge floor-to-ceiling windows that didn't look out onto any city, but onto a vast and infinite ocean of stars and purple nebulae, as if the entire structure were floating adrift in the cosmos.
"Is this your house?" he asked turning around to admire the architecture, "You have good taste..."
"Mhm. In here I control everything," Airam explained with a tone of pride, running her hand along the back of a sofa that materialized at her touch, "I can create anything I desire, as long as I have the imagination to sustain it."
Without letting go, she pulled gently on his arm, guiding him through the main living room toward a hallway that led to a room deep within the villa.
"How mysterious you have become..." Lief commented, playing along as they walked on the cold floor.
Airam didn't answer and simply stopped in front of a double door of dark wood, gave him a last look of complicity and pushed.
The lighting inside was dim and golden, designed for intimacy, and there, standing in the center of the room on a rug, Lief saw the last person he expected to find on this plane.
Maria
She was standing there, visibly restless, biting her lip.
She was wearing a white silk nightgown identical to Airam's, creating a visual mirror effect that was instantly hypnotic.
Her hands were clasped behind her back, twisting her fingers nervously.
Upon seeing Lief enter towed by Airam, the blush rose up her neck to her cheeks, but she held eye contact with effort, although her eyes shone with a mixture of anxiety.
"You two...?" Lief stopped, letting out a genuine expression of confusion and surprise.
"This is the real surprise of the night," Airam whispered, releasing his hand to slide to Maria's side and with intimate familiarity, wrapped an arm around Maria's shoulders and leaned in to whisper something in her ear.
Whatever it was she said, it caused Maria's face to burn even more, but she nodded slightly, reaffirming her decision before Lief.
Immediately after, without offering any explanation, Airam took Maria by the hand and both walked toward a dressing room at the back of the room, closing the door behind them, leaving him alone in the bedroom.
"..."
Lief stood planted in the middle of the room, blinking at the closed door, processing the surreal scene.
...
It wasn't long before the expectant silence of the room was broken by the sound of the knob turning, and the dressing room door opened slowly.
The first to come out was Airam.
The white silk nightgown had disappeared, replaced by a modified French maid uniform, a black corset cinched her waist to the impossible, pushing her breasts upward in a deep balconette neckline adorned with white lace, while the skirt was barely a symbolic ruffle that left the entirety of her legs exposed, wrapped in black silk stockings with a garter belt.
And she curtsied to Lief lifting her skirt, with a smile of successful mischief on her face.
Immediately after, following in Airam's wake, Maria emerged from the shadows of the dressing room.
And when the room's light hit her figure, the air stopped in Lief's lungs.
Maria was wearing a classic bunny suit, of a shiny pale pink that contrasted violently with the innocence she used to project.
The leotard was ultra high-cut at the hips, leaving exposed the soft curve of her pelvis and the pale flesh of her upper thighs, which were sheathed in white wide-diamond fishnet stockings that dug subtly into her skin.
The corset squeezed her torso with a structural pressure that forced her breasts to rise dangerously, creating a deep and tempting valley in her cleavage that seemed to defy gravity with every breath.
On her head she wore a headband with two long pink and white bunny ears, and on her lower back, just above the curve of her buttocks exposed by the cut of the suit, a small white pom-pom tail moved with the rhythm of her hips.
This outfit by itself was already a declaration of intent, but seeing it molded over Maria's body created a cognitive dissonance, a contrast of corruption and innocence that made all of Lief's blood pump toward his penis.
Maria tried to cover herself, but she knew what she was there for.
However, her body was reacting to the exposure.
Her skin was burning, an intense and feverish blush stained her chest, her neck, and rose up to her ears, betraying the blood pumping furiously beneath the surface.
She was standing there, with her arms hanging at her sides and the palms of her hands open toward him in a gesture of absolute vulnerability, offering every inch of her body to his scrutiny.
Her nipples, hardened by the mixture of shame, were visibly marked against the fabric of the suit, and her breathing was so shallow that it made her chest rise and fall in rapid and visual spasms.
She felt naked, or worse than naked; she felt like an offering served on a silver platter.
"Well?" Airam's voice purred behind her, breaking the static tension.
The ghost approached Maria's back, sliding her hands over her sister's bare shoulders until reaching the curve of her waist, and pushed her gently forward.
"Here you go, Lief. Maria has had to muster all the courage she had stored up to wear this for you. Don't keep her waiting."
Maria stumbled slightly with the push, her stiletto heels resonating on the floor as she closed the distance, ending up a few inches from him.
Biting her lower lip to contain her nerves, but she did not back away.
"..."
Lief exhaled slowly, feeling that all the blood had already left his brain.
He walked the last step separating them, invading Maria's space until he could smell her perfume.
He raised his hand and his fingers closed gently around one of the bunny ears on the headband, toying with the texture while his eyes roamed her body, from the pulsating cleavage to the exposed curve of her hips.
"Mhm..." he murmured letting go of the ear to let his hand drop and gently grab Maria's face. "Definitely, this is the best surprise I've been given."
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