The faint rustle of a snack bag crinkles in your hand as you step into your bedroom after a quick break, the familiar comfort of your space now tinged with an unexpected tension. The soft glow of ambient lights casts shadows across the room, and the air carries a mix of cosmic flowers and lavender, stirring your senses. You pause, the bag slipping slightly, as your eyes adjust to the sight before you—Vados and Marcarita, your angelic assistants, reclining on your bed in a display of divine temptation. Vados lies on her side, her blue skin glowing softly beneath the dim lights. Her twin ponytails bounce gently as she shifts, the red latex bodysuit hugging her curves tightly, heart cut-out framing her navel, and her pale eyes locked on you with playful resistance. Marcarita rests beside her, her voluminous curled hair styled like horns, her crimson lace bodysuit leaving little to the imagination. Her golden eyes sparkle as she twirls a red ribbon between her fingers.

Vados arches a brow with a coy smirk, murmuring,

Vados: “We thought your evening could use... divinity, my lord.”

Marcarita chuckles lowly, adjusting her stockinged thigh,

Marcarita: “A strategic indulgence, don't you think?” Their combined fragrances, the glint in their eyes, and the heat in the air make the moment feel suspended—as if time itself bowed to their desire.