A black dandelion gently drifted down.
Ronan awoke in a dream.
.....
"Rustle——"
A sound akin to fabric brushing against satin roused Ronan from his slumber.
He forced his eyes open.
The entire room was not very bright, with thick curtains blocking most of the light. Small specks of dust danced before his eyes, and there seemed to linger a faintly lewd scent in the air.
Ronan slowly propped up half of his body from the bed. The sound of fabric rustling he had heard earlier came from somewhere to his left-front.
A woman sat at the bedside, with her back towards him, bending over to slip on a pair of black thigh-high stockings.
The room was unusually quiet, and Ronan said nothing. He stared at the woman's smooth, bare back, upon which was tattooed a purple snake.
After dressing in all her underwear, the woman stopped her movements.
She sat at the bedside, seemingly aware that Ronan had awakened, murmuring hoarsely.
