Round after round

Whisper and Shadow exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening.

"Sakura, darling," Whisper purred, "this strapping young man is your new partner. Do try not to break him too quickly - for the princess's sake." She winked at Matilda.

Shadow chimed in, "Yes, we need him in one piece. Mostly."

Sakura rolled her eyes but nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Speaking of our dear princess," Shadow said, turning to Matilda, "why don't you come with us girls? Let the partners do their... bonding."

Matilda hesitated, glancing at Zafron. She didn't look thrilled about the idea, but squared her shoulders. "Sure, why not?" she said, her tone casual despite the tension in her posture.

As the women left, Zafron found himself alone with Sakura. She rose from the bench, moving towards him with a deliberate, almost predatory grace. Each step was measured, her eyes never leaving his face as she circled him.