Mel'Zeth was currently in a room with a few of her sisters; the room was just how she had left it before she became addicted to blacksmithing. She loved to dress up; thus, her clothes and various outfits were thrown around the room, likely worn by one of her sisters or used as a communal changing room.
"Mmmm, Dracia, you really like Vincent, don't you?" Lila asked her stoic sister, who stood near the door; her little ears perked up as she listened to the beast-like moans of her mother and the deep grunts of the man who caused her body to burn with uncontrollable lust.
'Mother... you are too unfair... Dracia wanted to speak with him more... this ticklish feeling that burns my abdomen feels so nice.... yet it's even worse listening to you howl like a damn cat, but why is my chest tight?' Dracia thought to herself, sitting near the wall as she felt all the power in her body draining, a sense of weakness filling her body.