They slipped out of the cinema like thieves with Phei rising as if he needed air, and the Goddess following a few breaths later, the door eased had shut on Melissa's glow and the rest of the room's worship.
The resting room they went in instead of the bedroom was really too quiet, and it sat way too close to the hall, but neither of them seemed to care in the slightest.
Inside stood a long couch and a low table in the middle, where somebody's leftover tea would go cold. It was a space meant for waiting in the penthouse, and it was most definitely not meant for getting her out of her dress, which was exactly what Phei intended to do, and oh, he would succeed.
The air still smelled faintly of perfume and cooled porcelain.
