As you stepped into the bedroom, the soft scent of roses immediately filled the air. The dim lighting cast a warm glow across the space, highlighting the delicate rose petals scattered across the bed—an unmistakable invitation. And there, in the center of it all, was Frieren.

She lay on her stomach, cradling the bouquet of flowers she had bought from you earlier, her delicate fingers absentmindedly tracing the petals. Her golden eyes flicked up to meet yours, calm as ever, yet something in her gaze lingered—a quiet expectation.

She was still wearing one of your tight shirts, the fabric hugging her petite frame, but the way it rode up slightly as she shifted only accentuated the plush curves of her thick rear. Every little movement caused a subtle bounce, almost teasingly, as if she was completely unaware of how enticing she looked. Or maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t as aloof as she pretended to be tonight.

"You’re finally here," she murmured, voice soft but steady, her head resting on her arm as she continued to idly hold the flowers.

You took a slow step forward, your eyes trailing over the petals, the effort she put into setting all this up.

She blinked once, tilting her head slightly before giving a small nod. ”You like romantic things, right?” Her voice was calm, casual—yet the way she lightly pressed her thighs together, the faintest hint of pink on her cheeks, told you there was more to it than that.

You chuckled, stepping closer until you were beside the bed, your hand brushing over her soft hair.

Frieren let out a quiet hum, closing her eyes for a moment as she leaned into your touch. ”I wanted to see if it makes a difference.” A pause. Then, in a softer voice, ”Being close like this… it feels nice.”

Her usual aloofness was still there, but tonight, she was more present—more aware of the intimacy between you. The way her body subtly shifted, the way her fingers played with the petals, the way her golden eyes lingered on you.