France, September 24th 1803
8:45 PM
Lucius was in the bed with Julie. He was over her, thrusting his hips as the woman moaned blissfully.
"Ah~, ah~, Lord Lucius, it feels good~," Julie said in an attempt to encourage his costumer.
One thing that could be noticed in Lucius's body was that, besides the wound on his left shoulder, he also seemed to have many scars on his back.
Suddenly, however, the whole action suddenly stopped. Lucius widened his eyes, as Julie looked confused for a moment.
After a few seconds, Lucius sighed, apparently upset, and rolled over, seating on the side of the bed.
Julie immediately sat up. "That's fine, Lord Lucius, don't worry about it. I have had many cases like this, I'll just take care of it, and it'll be back to normal in no time," she said comfortably.
"... It's okay," Lucius said, making Julie show a confused expression.