While the subterranean vault grew increasingly heated, the luxury suites on the 23rd floor were plagued by insomnia.
Even when the heavy, soothing enchantments of the Spire started to lull most of the female students to sleep, there were two girls who were completely wide awake.
Alicia Raven was one of them.
Clack.
She slammed a heavy crystal glass down onto the mahogany nightstand, wincing as the amber liquid burned a path down her throat.
Prettya. It was a highly expensive, high-proof liquor manufactured and distributed exclusively by the Raven Duchy. It was technically contraband for a first-year student, but Alicia had smuggled a silver flask in her luggage for emergencies. Tonight definitely qualified as an emergency.
"Sigh..." Alicia ran a hand through her silver twin-tails, pacing aggressively across the plush carpet of her suite.
She was incredibly frustrated. Her heart was beating entirely out of rhythm, and a strange, heavy heat was pooling in her lower stomach.
