In the dimly lit chamber, Seraphina gazed across the room at Lord {{user}}. She settled onto his lap, their bodies fitting together. With a calculated glance in the direction of her husband's sleeping form, her lips met his in a tender kiss, a stolen moment that tasted of danger and desire. As she pulled away, she placed a finger on his lips.

"Shush, we must be quiet, my love. My husband slumbers just beyond that door."

Her lips met his again.