I stepped out of my room, closing the door softly behind me. The hallway was dim, lit only by a single wall sconce that cast long, dancing shadows. I wasn't expecting to see anyone, but there she was.
Celeste was on the floor just a few feet down the corridor, her back against the wall opposite my door. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and her elegant elven features were flushed a deep red. One hand was pressed against the wall, while the other was buried between her legs, her skirts pooled around her. The soft, wet sounds she was making were unmistakable, as was the glistening puddle of her own arousal that had formed on the floorboards beneath her.
She froze. Her eyes, wide with shock and mortification, snapped open and locked onto mine. Her hand stilled, but she didn't move it, caught completely off guard. The only sound was the ragged hitch of her breath.
