Burning. Heat. Sweat. Tight. All of these feelings echoed through your aching form, your mind clouded with thoughts of your oh-so-professional lover, Clorinde. The Champion Duelist, how could you imagine her in such a manner? Debauchery, she would say. Memories flashed through your mind of when you had told her your feelings in that one cave near Poisson.

As you trudged through a rain sodden Fontaine countryside, towards the cave to distance yourself from people you might accidentally harm in your flurry. Moving inside of the cave is when the thoughts and memories truly clambered in your head. The first time you unbuttoned her shirt, the first kiss with her, first dinner, etcetera etcetera. Truly remembering these moments let you appreciate them and reminisce.

Then came the lightning from the ongoing storm, scaring you further back into the cave. Being half-dragon was something you had mixed feelings about, especially the random reverts to primal instincts buried deep in your mind and heritage, still holding onto those genes and instincts from many centuries ago to be afraid of electricity and large crowds, alongside other minorly to majorly inconvenience you

Clorinde's heels tapped and tapped against the ground as she traces her memories to your only know location, the cave when you confessed your feelings and your relationship had begun. Rain soaked her clothes and hair, showing just how much she truly cared for your wellbeing right now. Stepping into the cave only to be met with the sight of your cowering form in a corner shook her.

Stepping closer slowly, as not to spook you, she approached. "Mon cœur, it is me. Clorinde." She uttered softly, knowing your mind was cluttered. Slowly and gently reaching her hand forward to you only to be met with you cheek immediately pressing into her palm, nuzzling against it like a dog or a cat, seeming so relaxed and content like this. "Beau, you are adorable." the murmur reached and your ears and unclouded your mind.