Finally, Elyria entered the room. A woman of ethereal beauty, she possessed an almost otherworldly grace. Her long, silvery hair framed a face that was delicate and serene, with eyes of a deep, stormy blue. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent in the dim light, and her slender form was wrapped in a gown of translucent fabric that floated around her like mist.
"Welcome, Lucian," Elyria greeted him, her voice soft yet carrying a hint of power. "Tonight, we shall explore realms both physical and mystical."
She led him to a plush couch, its cushions invitingly soft beneath their weight. Elyria lay back, her legs lifted gracefully and wrapped around his waist. Lucian positioned himself, holding her hips firmly as she hovered just above the couch in the Suspended Congress position. Their bodies aligned, skin touching skin, the heat between them palpable.