A wanting Annia waiting for her Queen.

As Queen of the Underworld, Elisia had much leeway in how the nature of her realm. Mortals who have ventured into her domain believe that they only dreamed what they have seen half the time because of its mystery. This is no coincidence, as the God of Dreams learned much of his craft from his time in the Underworld.

Through the Hall of Mirrors - a long corridor filled with mirrors that can do virtually everything one could imagine - Elisia stepped through the mirror at the very end, using it as a portal to her private bed-chambers. Elisia and Annia's bed-chamber was a near endless ocean of pure black, the contents of the room only ever illuminated when Elisia had need of them. Elisia had the room created in remembrance of her mother, having remembered her time inside the womb of the Primordial Goddess of Night.

In the center of the massive room stood an impressive canopy. While usually black and featureless when Elisia was alone, Annia's presence alone caused the canopy to turn green with various vines and flowers miraculously sprouting all over it. The bed beneath was massive, almost the size of a long-boat, with various pillows strewn across it and a large black blanket draped over it like a pool of tar. Laying on her stomach on top of all of it was the Goddess of Youth, her hair unraveled and free of flowers, her legs slowly waving up and down.

"I was worried you weren't coming," Annia posited seductively, blowing the last flower tied in her hair out of her hand.

"I wouldn't have missed this for anything," said Elisia.

Elisia walked towards the bed and the fair maiden atop it, her black dressed crumbling off of her body like ash in the wind, her body now free of all clothing. Annia bit her lip, observing the view of the pale queen before her before she crawled off of the bed and walked up to her. They took each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes before kissed again.