Bab 90: Give In To Temptation

Iyana stepped into the room, her skin still warm and glowing from the hot spring. Her nightsuit, made of a delicate, shimmering fabric, clung to her form, catching the dim light in a way that made her look almost ethereal.

Vyan looked up from his seat by the window, where he had been staring out into the night. "Well, well, look who managed to properly dry their hair this time. Do wonders ever cease?"

"Impressed?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye, as if she hadn't scrubbed her hair vigorously earlier to avoid the same embarrassment from back when he had helped her the last time. 

"Positively astounded," Vyan retorted, his voice laced with playful sarcasm. "Should we throw a parade?"

"I want to ride on an elephant in that case," she chirped, playing along.

"By the way, I am asking you again. Are you absolutely positive I shouldn't leave the room?" he inquired, his eyebrow raised in mock concern.