Above, a rose-blush ceiling bloomed with plaster vines.
A chandelier trembled with prisms.
Cherubs slept in the corners.
A desk by the window held a book, a pearl, and a pressed flower.
Lace curtained the bed.
The atmosphere within the room was harmonious and tranquil. However at this moment, a delicate female voice laced with utmost satisfaction broke it.
"That was so nice Max." Aunt Raven said, as she moved closer to rest her massive tits on his chest. Lying on the bed,his arm curled around her waist under the sheet, as they both stared at the grand chandelier hanging on the ornamental ceiling.
"Was it?" Speaking absent minded, Max responded, lost in thought, or rather his mind recapping all that had happened starting from when he left the Matriarch's room earlier.
