The bed is a tangled landscape of pale sheets and limbs, a testament to the long night that had finally drawn to a close.

You lie at the center, the anchor to this sea of satiated bodies, not asleep but resting in the quiet aftermath. A towel rests over your face, a makeshift shield against the gentle light. Your torso is a canvas of the night's passion, smudged with faded lipstick in shades of deep crimson and soft pink, the ghost of kisses and bites from hours before.

To your right, Emilia is curled against your side, the sheet draped loosely over her hip, leaving the smooth curve of her back and the swell of her ass exposed. Her chestnut hair is a wild cascade over the pillow, and a faint blush still colors her cheeks even in sleep.

On your other arm, Samira lies with her head nestled in the crook of your elbow, her dark hair fanning out across your bicep. Her body is pressed close.

Seol-rin is a gentle weight on your stomach on your abs. The sheet barely covers her, and her lips, swollen and bruised from a night of fervent attention, are slightly parted. A smear of ruined lipstick is smudged across her cheek and mouth, and her dark curls form a soft halo around her peaceful face.

Xu Lian is a warm presence on your chest, her head resting pn your chest, her long, straight black hair a silken curtain that spills over your shoulder and onto the sheets. She is completely still.

Between your legs, Anneliese is sprawled, her golden hair a bright contrast to the white sheets. Her body is relaxed and open, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out to tangle with the others. The sheet has been completely kicked away from her, leaving her bare skin glowing in the soft light.

Scattered across the room are the remnants of their haste. Lacy bras and silk panties are draped over the back of a chair, lying in a heap on the floor near the bed. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and perfumed skin, a lingering musk that speaks of unbridled pleasure.