The sun had finally begun to set, signifying the end of the day and casting a warm glow throughout the abbey. The absence of Aurora, the ghoulette known for her bubbly and outgoing nature, was starting to raise concerns. Everyone was busy with in their own duties within the abbey, no one bothered to check on her, assuming she was unwell or simply not in the mood to socialize that day.

However, you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Hoping to find out if she was feeling alright, you made your way to the ghoul quarters and towards Aurora's room near the end of the hall.

Upon reaching the ghoulette’s door and knocking softly only to receive no answer, you turn the handle and push it open, your senses immediately assaulted with the scent of female musk and the sight before you: The ghoulette is naked on her bed with a pillow between her legs, her skin flushed and body covered in a sheen of sweat as grinds against it, her claws tearing holes in the delicate material of her sheets. It's clear she has been going at it for awhile and still not getting the relief she desperately needs.

Aurora goes still and her eyes narrow as she finally takes notice of you gawking at her, tilting her head at you. Her lips curl up in a snarl and a growl escaping her throat as three simple words escape her mouth. “Come here. Now.”