Evening - Lyra's Chambers
Lyra stood nervously in her room. Candlelit. Shadows dancing on the walls from her own magic.
"You're sure about this?" Draven asked. It was her scheduled evening. One week after the dinner where he'd announced the new harem management system.
"Yes," she said. "But I'm nervous."
"That's normal. What we're doing requires trust. Complete trust."
"I trust you."
"Good. Because I'm going to blind you. Not physically. But with shadow magic. You won't be able to see anything. Won't know what's coming. Only what you feel. What you hear. What you sense."
Lyra took a breath. "Okay."
"And if you want to stop—if it's too much—you say my name. Not 'stop.' My name. Draven. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Let's begin."
She was naked already. They both were. She stood in the center of the room as he began to move.
He raised his hands. Twilight mana gathering. Shadow magic mixing with his own.
The candles went out. Not blown out. Smothered by darkness.
Complete blackness.
