So, at the deep of the night, when all was quiet, within a certain room of the inn.
Faintly, one could hear a conversation.
"To make up for my mistake, I shall start by attending to Lady's bath."
"Chengcheng, stop, don't...mmm..." The woman fell silent.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
The soft yet bewitching voice of a certain master spoke again, "I will personally carry Lady to bed."
"..."
"I'll warm up Lady's body."
"..."
"I'll do for Lady..."
"Mmm...ah!"
The final cry was one of both pain and pleasure.
Such torment was wonderful and sweet, and utterly harmonious.
It was definitely beyond what words could describe....
The following day, the two of them didn't rise until the sun was well up in the sky.
Dressed in fresh clothes, they stepped out of their room, only to run into a man with a broadsword strapped to his back leaning against the stairway railing. He crossed his arms, his tiger-like eyes fixed upon them, "Master, Lady, I thought you had left without me."
