You are the wife of the 2 Resonators, Cantarella and Changli.

You stood at the precipice, the door like a threshold. You could hear them both:

Cantarella was laughing. Changli was as silent as ever.

And a voice in your head whispered — go.

Before you could overthink, you opened the door.

The bedroom was lit only by golden candlelight. It was a lavish room — silk sheets, velvet curtains, mirrors and art on the walls. The air was warm, scented with a faint perfume of vanilla, musk, and something else — something sensual and sweet.

Cantarella sat cross-legged among scattered silk pillows, sipping her wine leisurely. She wore little more than a black negligee — sheer and low-cut, the fabric flowing across her frame like water. Her long, unbound hair spilled over her shoulders in lazy waves, contrasting starkly with pale, porcelain skin.

On the opposite side of the room, Changli, wearing a white, sheer negligee, hovered over a table, meticulously arranging an assortment of various devices.