“Ahh, stop! I only examine your body to feel for the energy flow, nothing else,” she said, quickly stifling his spry tongue. Yet, he continued regardless.

  “Is that so? Is the most promising area of flow around the crotch?” Asking as he began to raise the glass, the girl emptied her wine swiftly, harshly placing it on the table before smearing away the alcohol around her lips.

  “You,” she said, pointing at him with her index finger. “Did you think I wouldn’t see you trying to cop a feel while washing my body?” She asked, briskly reaching for the bottle of wine.

  “You wanted me to do it in the first place,” Lutiel spoke back, swiftly drowning his mouth with the tangy wine, both of them turning silent at the course of events.

  Still, turning back to their normal faces soon enough, the duo began eating silently, slicing carefully through the meats and potatoes while sometimes reaching for the small pieces of soft, brown sphere of bread in the middle of the table.

  However, before half of the plate had been gone, he once again started talking. “Was there a need for me to sneak the wines in? Rovier already saw me bringing them and besides, why should you care what your servants think about you?”

  Yet, seeing her smile, his eyebrows furrowed down slightly. “I just wanted to see you do it, that was the actual punishment for your curiosity, hehe,” she giggled smilingly while the man’s face turned somewhat in anger before calming back down.

  “So they know about this date?”

  “Date?” Before his question fully transferred to her ears, she only heard the word at the end, breaking loose completely. Her eyes glimmering, she stopped raising the glass and looked at him. “What are you talking about?” She mumbled slightly, the makeup around her cheeks intensifying. Quickly however, she refreshed her mien, coming back to the topic.

  “Eh-ehem,” Zyponia added a quick cough, continuing briskly. “Yes, they are aware of our little dinner, because that’s what it is, but only Rovier and Raeyine, as she made the dishes herself.”

  “I see,” under the awkwardly tense silence, Lutiel spoke before promptly cutting away at the steak. Right against him, the demon followed his quiet approach, with her sight submerged in the half-full cup of red.

  However, she couldn’t stand the solemnity that befell them, it seemed. Glancing at him, the lady revived her flowing tongue. “Is the food to your liking?” Asking as the man stuffed his mouth with another piece of sauced potato, he chewed effortlessly before replying.

  “It’s the best I’ve had since waking up,” he spoke all of a sudden, his eyes freezing in place at the slip up of his mouth. ‘Fuck,’ he uttered in his head, only to feel his heart calming down vehemently after hearing the girl chuckle with a vivid smile.

  “I guess I could say the same, then. Don’t worry though, I won’t tell her you didn’t like it that much,” she muttered discreetly, turning her face somewhat blank.

  “Thank you, although the food is good, I’m having a much better time just sitting in this atmosphere and talking,” he said with a softer approach, playing to her mind. Meanwhile, the girl’s lips curved up at his words.

  “Really? I’m glad, then,” she said, correcting a strand of hair that fell on the side of her face. “I spent a while decorating the bedroom,” her tongue almost didn’t move at all as she whispered. Yet, through a bright gleam around her eyes, she took a sip of the wine before looking at her dining partner.

  “Actually, do you want to see something else?” She asked eagerly, as though it had been stuck on her mind.

  “Sure,” he agreed, omitting the piece of meat inside his mouth. And, almost immediately, his eyes opened wider while looking around the room, searching for the source of melody coming through.

  Even though he couldn’t see any of them, the instruments played out faintly in the distance, two distinct ones catching his ears’ focus. Gracing each side of his head daintily, the piano and what reminded him of a violin forged into a melodious harmony. Easing their time together, he only wondered why she hadn’t shown it to him earlier.

  Though, finishing the first glass of the sharp wine, his mind veered off once he saw her move up from the chair. Staring as she came up to him, he blurted out inwardly as his right arm had been prodded. ‘Huh?’ Feeling the soft strength around his forearm, he swiftly let his body go along with his lady.

  “What are you doing all of a sudden?” He asked calmly, as they stepped haphazardly through the room, only for her head to turn around.

  “Do you not want me to touch you?” His eyes shaking as the question poured into his head, Zyponia smiled knowingly. “So, let me lead the way,” she said, her head already back to the previous position.

  And, within a few steps, he looked around the half-lit space they found themselves inside, staring at the dim, shadowy features of the girl in front of him. Before he could even process the actions, her hands grabbed his elbows and maneuvered the man about like a doll.

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  Placing his right hand against the side of her left breast, she grabbed him by the shoulder. The other arm, she entwined their hands together before stretching it out to the side.

  Through their soft grasp of each other, the music blended into their rhythm, making the man look at her with a thinking gaze while the duo stepped against the carpeted floor.

  “You could have just said you wanted to dance, you know?” He said while the girl stared directly ahead of her, locking herself with the purple eyes.

  “It’s not as exciting then, is it?” She replied as they slowly kept on moving to the instruments, even if some of the steps turned hesitant.

  “Well, I’m not going to meddle with your ways, so let’s just dance,” although with a reserved tone and his straight face, the voice landed gently across her face, a meek smile adorning it.

  Both wandering from side to side unskillfully, they didn’t wish to hasten or better their stances, simply clinging close to each other. “You know,” she started anew, almost whispering to his face. “I wanted to share a dance with you at the ball, but that happened.”

  “Wouldn’t that look bad? What sort of master dances with their slave?” He asked, only to receive a snorting cackle.

  “Believe me, they do things that are a lot worse than an innocent dance,” she said, only to change her expression into a somewhat stern one. “Though, even if they dance, they don’t kiss on every occasion.”

  Immediately, he recalled the stabbing glances he received whilst with Luviene under her look. “So you could see through her magic?”

  “Oh please, she let me see you two deliberately. She’s really the bane of me,” the lady muttered with a distant peer, only to check back onto the man.

  “I’m sorry about that, but she forced me into kissing her, again,” he reminded, only for a smile to unveil around the demon’s face.

  “I know dummy, I was just joking. Let’s just forget about ourselves for tonight, okay? That would be the best for either side, don’t you think?”

  “I’m fine with that, hmm?” Nodding, he spoke before quickly halting himself, hearing as something cut through the room. Turning his head to the side, a flash passed his eyes under the murky surroundings, following it quickly, to where Zyponia’s face had been.

  Floating inertly through the air, as though submerged in a viscous liquid, a metal key glistened faintly through the sparse lights. Immediately as he witnessed the object, Lutiel hesitated in his dance completely, the girl following his reactions and retrieving the arms around him.

  Grabbing upon the key, her right arm moved through the space swiftly, arriving right under his chin. On the base of his neck, she hovered her hand, placing the key in the keyhole around the collar.

  Firmly settling it inside, she twisted and turned the key, following with a brisk, clicking noise overlapping the instruments. Lay loosely across his neck, the collar was grabbed by the lady, quickly thrown and forgotten about towards the lightless parts of the bedroom. Letting the key back to where it previously was, Zyponia swiftly stared at the serious face of the man.

  Slowly, she moved her glance down, towards where his neck had become outlined with the collar. Using her fingers, she gently caressed the man’s pale skin, her palm holding to him for a while. Though, as he landed his own hand over her fingers, she spoke again.

  “Like I said, let’s forget about our circumstances for now,” her voice drifted quickly towards him, the man firming his grip around her hand. Slowly, he moved his fingers between hers, knotting them together before the duo resumed their stance about the floor, flowing beneath the tongue of strings.

  Dancing through the room silently and letting their sheer presence fill out the other’s mind, their bodies talked instead. Simply listening to the tunes of their hastened hearts, Lutiel walked faster with each rotation in the space, and the girl followed right after.

  Their hairs started to sway at some point, the music begging to adjust for their steps, hastening as they turned and turned.

  The two weren’t focused on their own body, letting themselves be consumed in the moment, another move simply appearing instead of being meticulously prepared.

  Gazing into the other’s eyes constantly, locked in place, the two started to slowly glisten from the strain put across the flesh. The beatings in their hearts increased while their chests heaved up and down faster than before, all to veil the need to stop for just a moment.

  They simply couldn’t do it. Continuing to move daintily along the carpet, caring little for the fluidity and complexity of their style, Lutiel and Zyponia glued themselves to one another.

  Though, of course, as the beads of sweat started to drip and fling away from their sudden movements, as they harshened their appearances, they finally needed for the moment to end. Turning around, Lutiel quickly stepped forward with the left foot, lowering the right arm to hold her back, he leaned forward.

  Staggering backwards, she never fell, calmly supported by the man above her. Standing in the position, both let their breaths be known, gasping for it while their gazes wandered lost in the eyes ahead of them.

  Quickly however, before his sweat tainted her face, Lutiel raised them two from the position, taking himself away from the girl and standing there.

  “That was great, Lutiel, thank you,” she spoke through the roughened breath, a broad smile caressing her mouth. Though, before he could even state his words, he looked at her stretching out the arms whilst turning to the side.

  Carefully, yet swiftly, the glasses flew through the room, arriving in a breath before her arms. Then, he glanced at the wine coming by from the back, already opening itself to fill out the sole empty glass.

  Equalling the liquids before the bottle was freed from holding any alcohol, it flew out into the darkness. At the same time, she handed over his glass, adding a remark before guiding the wine towards her lips.

  “It’s good to replenish fluids,” she said, eagerly enjoying the substance. On the other hand, the man simply shook his head in response. Though, he still took the glass, along with a minute taste of the drink.

  However, creasing the eyebrows, he looked down at it, promptly taking a larger swig to accommodate his surprising desires. ‘It’s even better than before,’ he said to himself, only to catch something moving the corner of his eyes.

  Looking as Zyponia started walking back towards their table, the girl waved her head at him after seeing him stand still. “The food’s getting colder, you know?”