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Re: The Cardinal's Rhapsody (Rhapsody)
After turning to the window, and letting him be, a few moments would pass before Rhapsody would hear Shen quietly indulging in the erotic dream she helped create as he would chuckle slightly, and roll over to his side on the bed. "H-heh... Plushie..." he mumbled in his sleep, one hand out like a cat's paw, fingers curling as if grabbing something, but only finding a pillow on the bed which he seemed to be mistaking for something 'plushie' in his dream. Perverted as they were, it would eventually fade, and Shen would lose his excitement as Rhapsody's magic filtered out of his system. Once Shen was quiet, the room was silent save for Rhapsody's constant music... Until...
"What is that music!" demanded the familiar voice of Lyndis as she came down the hall past Shen's closed doors. A moment after, the ponytail wielding woman was slamming in through the doors, a hand on her sword. "You?" she questioned Rhapsody's presence, and didn't look pleased at all. "Get out. Now." she commanded Rhapsody strictly, with venom on her tongue. "Go to the town and practice your craft, you do not belong in the Lord's bedroom!"
After turning to the window, and letting him be, a few moments would pass before Rhapsody would hear Shen quietly indulging in the erotic dream she helped create as he would chuckle slightly, and roll over to his side on the bed. "H-heh... Plushie..." he mumbled in his sleep, one hand out like a cat's paw, fingers curling as if grabbing something, but only finding a pillow on the bed which he seemed to be mistaking for something 'plushie' in his dream. Perverted as they were, it would eventually fade, and Shen would lose his excitement as Rhapsody's magic filtered out of his system. Once Shen was quiet, the room was silent save for Rhapsody's constant music... Until...
"What is that music!" demanded the familiar voice of Lyndis as she came down the hall past Shen's closed doors. A moment after, the ponytail wielding woman was slamming in through the doors, a hand on her sword. "You?" she questioned Rhapsody's presence, and didn't look pleased at all. "Get out. Now." she commanded Rhapsody strictly, with venom on her tongue. "Go to the town and practice your craft, you do not belong in the Lord's bedroom!"