Amelia Rosequartz - My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero's (Ansatsusha Status) - Pictures

Overwhelmed by Desire, an Elf Princess Surrenders to a Night of Solitary Ecstasy and Uncontrollable Release

The moon, a silver sickle hung in the ink-black sky, cast a pale, ethereal light through the window of the small inn room. It traced the elegant lines of Amelia Rosequartz’s form as she sat on the edge of her bed, the roughspun sheets a stark contrast to the silken skin of her thighs. Outside, the night was alive with the gentle chirping of crickets and the whisper of a breeze through the leaves, a soothing symphony that did little to quiet the tempest in her heart.