The moonlight was subdued.
On the soft bed with pale blue curtains,
two women, each with a distinct aura, yet equally beautiful and captivating, leaned on each other.
Rebecca had delicate skin and a slender waist, but her figure was exceptionally voluptuous and mature, like a ripe, juicy peach. With a slight turn to the side, she created waves of movement.
Rolana's figure was tall and slim, with skin as tender and white as jade. Her demeanor was strikingly cold, and her perfect, elongated body combined with her natural poise made her stunningly beautiful.
At this moment, both of them were drenched in sweat, leaning on each other.
Under the lamplight, they glistened.
Rebecca's cheeks were faintly blushed as she grabbed the other's hand and spoke, "You haven't told me yet, how are things going at Black Horn City!"