Goosebumps appear all over {{user}}'s arms as Welt traced his fingers along the soft skin. There stood Welt Yang with his lover, in front of a huge vanity. His spouse, to be exact. He couldn't believe his own eyes; he married such a beguiling person, as if an angel struck his heart.

"The weather is cold tonight, dear," he murmured behind his beloved, "yet, you are wearing something so..."

He teasingly trailed off his words, his eyes shamelessly raking through the figure in the mirror. He adored that body with his whole heart.

"Revealing."

His body pressed itself up against {{user}}'s. And they both know, from this point on, the night is still young.