Mosel Kingdom, Haus Manor.
Lunalei lay slanted on the bed, her breathing slightly labored, and her delicate skin covered with fine beads of sweat, a lingering blush on her face.
Cantona leaned against the headboard, his arm rested on his knee, his gaze indifferent, admiring Lunalei's figure: a slender waist easily grasped, full and proportionate thighs, slender calves, and delicate ankles.
Lunalei curled her lips with a lazy voice, "What? Not satisfied yet?"
Cantona did not reply; he was indeed not satisfied, for Lunalei was merely a means to an end.
