Find your room.

As the dragon said, a room marked A is present at the very end of the hallway. You slot in your key, turn, and push the door open to reveal quite the luxurious room. Of course nothing is going to match your chambers back home, but it's lush with pale red cushions and blankets, with two fluffy white pillows laid upon a queen-sized bed. Blinds cover the window, though the glow from magic street lamps still leaks through enough to see. It bathes the room in a cool, dim light--perfect to highlight the beauty of an elf, especially with Nyllia's stunning dress.

You undress from your cape, undo your suit, and free yourself from the shirt beneath. After removing your belt, you sit back on the bed with a sigh, garbed in only your pants. Even with a slight chill in the air, it's comfortable enough in the room for now. There must be something enchanted in the room or ventilation to keep the chamber warm against the elements of autumn, and eventually, winter.

"So what do you think about that dinner we had?" you ask as you undo your enchanted boots.

"I think that poor Lady Mittens is misguided in her anger." Piece by piece, Nyllia removes her jewellery and carefully places them atop the bedside table. "But to be honest with you, I would rather speak of other things. Do you know one of the reasons I grew to care for you so deeply, Kyle?"

"My stunning good looks?"

"Oh yes. But I was referring to my escape. I say things to you I have never said to anybody in my life. I am a knight. A hero, to some. For so long I was a righteous paladin, never truly embracing a more improper side of myself. Am I making sense? I think that even in my time learning to speak with royalty, I have not learned the proper words to express my feelings about something such as this. I suppose what I am saying is... I would rather not talk politics tonight."

"You and me both. I was just trying to make small talk."

She smiles. Then she turns to face away.

The watch the woman of silver stand with a natural beauty and confidence difficult to describe, illuminated primarily by a dim glow through the window past her--not just from lanterns, but the moon nearly full in a clear sky. Her dress is perfect. It appears almost like armour, yet it flows out into feathered tips as if adorned by the wings of an angel. Her pink locks appears pale now, and her fair skin radiant. Slowly, she undoes the back of her attire, and then as if forcing your eyes to follow, she slides the soft, silken garment down beyond her bare shoulders, until her alluring back is gradually exposed--hair parted to the side, as if she knows exactly what you wish to see. Her body is far from weak, yet the shape is so slender--elegant and graceful beyond measure.

Finally, the dress slips from her body.

Such long, perfect legs. You follow them up to a pair of panties perfectly made to match her outfit--pure white, yet adorned with gold stitching, with a single black flower upon the rightmost cheek. You aren't surprised Luna would make such a thing, but you're enthralled nonetheless.

She lifts one bare foot up, and then the other, stepping from her dress, though remaining turned away as she slides her fingertips back through her hair, fluffing it out and down her back. There's no reason. No mirror is present for her to look into, and the undressing is already completed. This is entirely for you.

"... I can't--" you try and speak. "Nyllia. There are no words."

"That is fine," she replies. "Words are not what is needed now."

"Then what is?"

"Indulgence."

You stand slowly up from the bed. Then after stepping forth, you stop directly behind her. You reach out and touch your hands upon the soft skin of her sides, and then her back. Your caress brings her great pleasure, especially when you feel down her arms, and bring your lips to gently kiss her shoulder. The scent urges you to continue. The taste makes it impossible to resist. Sighing quietly, you continue to push your lips against her, down her arm, until you thread your fingers between hers and look her in the eye from the side. "My lady," you say. "Though we may not have had a dinner with just the two of us, we have all night to make up for it."

In a dance-like pivot, she keeps your hand held yet rotates entirely around to face you at last. Your eyes shift down, and then back up to meet her eyes.

She leans in close, to where your lips nearly touch. "You best take good care of me then, my lord."

Your hand slides down to take hold of her back. As you pull her in close, she's greeted by the rising of something below. Then you whisper, "Only if you do the same for me."

"Kyle... Not a drop will be left when I am finished with you. I guarantee."

After a sharp inhale, you push forward into a hard, passionate kiss at last. Her arms squeeze around you tight, and it takes little time before tongues intertwine. Between heated panting and moans of pleasure, breaths are taken before turning to kiss once more. Hands explore and tease, and before you know it, the two of you fall to the bed with an audible squeak of the mattress.